About fifteen minutes in, it suddenly hits you just how brilliant this film is. The prowling camera, the invisible edits, the relentless firecracker dialogue, the literally percussive soundtrack, the skewering of theatre/film/celebrity - all wrapped up in a bizarre and immensely entertaining sweary-Frasier-style farce of a former superhero-franchise actor staking everything on a Broadway play as actor-adaptor-director. The pace and imagination never lets up, the actors must still be thanking the heavens for such wonderful material, and the direction gives the material a depth and invention that makes it a thorough joy to watch. Everyone steps up, from a breathtaking career-best from Michael Keaton to a wonderfully restrained Zach Galifianakis as his bewildered agent, a staggeringly confident actor-deflating turn from Ed Norton, a subtle world-weary Emma Stone as his credibly life-damaged daughter, Lindsay Duncan as the acid critic...the list goes on. The desperate realities are seamlessly stitched with the imaginative flights of fancy, creating a truly wonderful movie.
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