This is a spoiler laden review. You’ve been warned.
Up in the Air was a very good, very cynical movie. I feel like a lot of people were down on it because, at the end of the day it sends a soul decimating message. Thing is, as negative as the film is, it’s so bizarro-Hollywood, I felt like doing a little dance when the film was over.
I mean, when George Clooney leaves his backpack of loneliness on the table at his little psycho conference and does his best Dustin Hoffman in The Graduate to sweep (the awesome) Vera Farmiga off of her feet and it’s a complete, soul crushing disaster… That’s the best thing ever. It’s terrible, of course, but it must have caused more than a few furrowed brows at Paramount.
“what do you mean she’s married (with kids!) and stares at him with death daggers for eyes? Isn’t she supposed to be bowled over with affection and we watch her Grinch-like heart will melt, too?”
I love it.
Even the “happy” ending with Anna Kendrick’s character getting her San Francisco job is tinged with the fact that she has to live with the suicide of one of the people she fired. That too is awful/awesome.
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