Up In the Air

George Clooney is certainly watchable.  He is a man’s man and a decent enough actor who never seems to take himself or his profession too seriously, yet he carries off role after role with panache.

Even more watchable is his co-star in Up In the Air, Vera Farmiga.  She is not model beautiful, or traditional beautiful.  She is off-beat beautiful, but make no mistake:  the operative word IS beautiful.  George and Vera, as Ryan and Alex, are two of a kind.  They both spend more time away from home, much of it in airplanes, than at home.  In Ryan’s case, he considers home-time to be more a chore than a pleasure.  His job is firing people.  Enough said.  Sometimes he delivers self improvement seminars. 

Enough said about that, too.  Bad enough that your job is to fire people for companies whose execs don’t have the stomach to do it themselves.  But that is not the point.  The point, as we learn through snatches of the seminars,  is to rid oneself of the baggage of everyday life.  He employs the metaphor of a backpack and enjoins his audience to consider the weight of all their possessions, and then of all their relationships.  “Travel light” is the message. 

Alex, whose job we are not privy to, is also Up in the Air a lot.  They arrange their trysts according to their crisscross of flight patterns. But Ryan finds himself falling for her.  He makes the mistake that even a neophyte Casanova would not make and shows up at her home unannounced.  Tsk, tsk, Ryan, have you learned nothing in your ten million miles in the air.  Alex–who’d a thunk it–has a real life!  Wow.  Can’t be in love with one of those can we.  No, we cannot.  So lighten up your load, as Ryan does once again;  make a lot of money, keep yourself free from possessions and relationships and go see Up In the Air

Not going to be a classic, but kept my interest and I really enjoyed watching Vera Farmiga act and imagining her in my hotel room, not Clooney’s.