This week on The Cover, the boys strap in for a wild flight pattern as they dig into Birdman, the movie that convinced all of us that jazz drums, hallway monologues, and a mysteriously floating Michael Keaton somehow make perfect sense together.

We break down the one shot madness, the midlife crisis that doubles as a Broadway fever dream, and why Edward Norton plays himself a little too well. We also debate whether the ending is brilliance or a group project gone off the rails.

From ego to art to the voice in your head that sounds suspiciously like Batman, this one gets deep fast. And yes, we absolutely talk about Keaton in tighty whities.

Grab your headphones and your interpretive pretentious film critic glasses. We are going Birdman mode.