Sleepwalk With Me

Sleepwalk With Me opens in a very interesting way with Writer/Director/Star and sort of Protagonist Mike Birbiglia turning from the toll booth at which he has stopped to drop in some coins towards the camera that is sitting in his passenger seat and speaks to it, telling it and us through it that now would be a great time to turn off our phones if we hadn’t already because the story is about to start and there’s nothing ruder than getting or receiving a text or call during a movie; a statement that he then strengthens by telling a terrific and truthful little joke about a time he was once in a cinema watching a movie like you are.
Breaking the fourth wall is nothing new for cinema, nor is meta all that meaningful on its own but the way in which Birbiglia goes about it here manages to be both. With these comments, and all the others that come in the car-based interludes, he isn’t simply acknowledging the existence of the audience and the reminding them of the fact that this is a film they are watching but actually putting himself on our side of the stage as well as on the center of it. The tale told in Sleepwalk is quite clearly that of his own life, his own successes and failures, and the protagonist he plays himself in all but a few letters so there is a poignancy in the way that he watches the story he wrote; it reflects the sort of wistful longing and self-reflection that is usually saved for a diary entry or suicide note and this makes watching the picture a potently personal experience.


