2 Movies: "Things are happening in a place that you ignore."

I saw two movies this week in which children instruct their parents on Internet social media:
Birdman or (The Unexpected Virtue of Ignorance) (2014, dir. Alejandro G. Iñárritu) and Chef (2014, dir. Jon Favreau).

1. In Birdman, Sam (Emma Stone) lights into her forgotten-action-hero father (Michael Keaton) for his narcissistic attempt to be relevant by putting on a Broadway play based on Raymond Carver's What We Talk About When We Talk About Love, which Sam scorns as "a book that was written sixty years ago for a thousand rich old white people."

She's wrong: What We Talk About was published in 1981, only 33 years earlier. Her mistake is a brilliant bit of writing: the book's so irrelevant to her, the correct date doesn't matter; 
but if you're one of those "old white people" (like me) who know it's a mistake, you are implicated in her rant ––and yet you also get the pleasure of recognizing that Sam herself could be a character in a Carver story.

She goes on and says something I feel like saying to people my age who sneer at Internet culture (e.g. fandom):

"You want to be relevant... Well, guess what? There's an entire world out there where people fight to be relevant every single day;  things are happening in a place that you ignore…"

I'm not a fan of either Carver or Iñárritu. 
I actually only watched Birdman because I'd recently rewatched  Tim Burton's two Batman movies and admired Keaton as a perfect Bruce Wayne/Batman, so I was curious. 
The more recent Batmans (currently, Ben Affleck) are not like anyone you'd ever know, but Keaton plays him as an everyday awkward broken person––with expensive high-tech toys and a weirder obsessions than most, yeah, but otherwise much like the broken people we know, or are.

Birdman is a little too *KA-POW* packed with profundity for me.
I prefer the excellent Batman Returns (1992, sixty years ago!).
It's actually pretty interesting on weirdness and even gender stuff--while Batman's costume is a traditional male military fantasy, for instance, Michelle Pfeiffer's Catwoman sews her own costume, like moms used to. Like a Halloween costume from hell, her claws are sewing machine attachments:

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2. Oh, damn. Blogger was changing the font size on me (why?!?!), so I was cutting and repasting the text back in and lost what I'd written about Chef.
Luckily, like the movie, it was simple:
the ten-year-old son kindly instructs his father (and by extension, viewers his gengeration, like me) in Twitter and Vine use. The father's ineptitude is played for gentle laughs, and he, a chef, offers something that never goes out of style:
good food.

The movie is a predictable and--unless you're vegetarian--pleasant food-porn and family reconciliation fantasy. 
No profundity, no complexity involved. Its mistakes are just that: mistakes.
Having worked as a cook, for instance I thought it was unbelievable that the dad would let his ten-year-old work in his food truck. (Also, it's illegal--for great reasons.)
Second, Sofia Vergara (love her!) needs to wear a hairnet. Imagine as you're eating your Cuban sandwich getting one of those long hairs caught in your throat...