Sunday, May 23, 2010
Up In The Air, down in the dumps.
Up in the air. I tell you, I'm pressed to remember anything about it and I just watched it. Depressing fluff. Fluffy nihilism. Misanthropy for the masses. It's message is basically love doesn't work, and if you have a happy relationship you are a moron. George Clooney falls for Vera Farmilia (is that right? Farmilia? Oh well, who the fuck cares) who ends up being married with kids. His assistant has thrown all her dreams out the window and settled in Omaha for a guy. We never see this guy, but it's safe to assume any guy who could get you to move to Omaha has to have the biggest cock on record. He ends up dumping her via text message (big balls to boot) His sister is separated from her husband. The only happy couple are portrayed here as retarded rubes. The only excuse for this flick is to have Clooney do his "slick son of a bitch" routine and partake in faux witty banter not heard since Moonlighting. Clooney's character has expertly avoided love all his life and as soon as he lets some one into his heart she defecates all over it. (What's wrong with her face, by the way? Is it just me, or does Vera Farmilia look like she survived a fire?) Basically, we all die alone. Nice feel-good movie.
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Something's wrong with people who love to live on planes. And Clooney didn't demonstrate exactly what that is besides the ennui for normal life. It was hard to like these characters...you've got a really good handle on this flick. Thanks for the blah-g on it.
ReplyDeleteYou know, I read this blog. I read your synopsis of UP IN THE AIR. And mid-way through your blog, I lost interest. Not your fault, Frank. It had nothing to do with your writing. It's just that even the short recollection you wrote made me bored with the movie.
ReplyDeleteThat being said, I DO like George Clooney. Ever see "Out Of Sight?" Forget that Jenny from the blocvk is in it. It isn't her movie.