When Up in the Air was on in the cinema, I wanted to go and see it, but didn’t. Now I’m relieved I never got round to it. It would have been a waste of good money.
When it was shown on television this weekend, I was hoping for a good evening in, getting something for ‘free.’ The evening was good, and so were the crisps, but the film wasn’t.
To my mind it was a film riddled with clichés. Red Tails, which I saw – and liked – the other week, got dreadful reviews for being too clichéd. Yes, it probably was, but they were feelgood kind of clichés. This on the other hand, was dreary and empty. Just because something is bad and sad, doesn’t make it a ‘real’ film.
The only thing that was different was what Alex did to George Clooney’s Ryan. Unusual, but that doesn’t make a film. The reviews I saw for Up in the Air were good ones. But apart from the fact that I am now disagreeing with them, I am surprised because they described a different film from what I got. I had expected a totally different plot, as well as another outcome.
And seeing people being made redundant, however badly or sensitively done, was painful. Somehow unemployment doesn’t strike me as an ‘interesting’ plotline these days.
Yeah, we did. But only just. I’ve heard of movies and I’ve heard of talkies. This was both, and not in the traditional way of thinking. The Hugh Grant and Sarah Jessica Parker film was down to two performances a day – already – and we expected little resistance at the cinema. Hah. Queue reaching out to the square, and then surprisingly most of the hooligans seemed to want our film, instead of one of the explosive, bloody ones on offer.
Cinema was full of chattering 14-year-olds with no sense whatsoever. Didn’t hear much of the speaking at the beginning of the film, so it moved but didn’t talk. If you get my drift. But, and I can barely believe this, cinema staff hung out and told the idiots off, and eventually moved the talkers out and left the rest of us to watch and listen normally.
Hugh Grant looks old these days and I can’t decide if the man can act or simply does himself over and over again. They just needed a British gent who could say witty things, which he did. I’ve never seen SJP in anything and refuse to write her long name here. She was OK. These two separated, but still married people end up spending time together in Wyoming under the witness protection scheme after witnessing a murder in SJP’s beloved native New York.
And I might almost want to do that too, if I get to stay with Lee Scoresby and wife and his by now sun tanned Iorek Byrnison in the woods. Lots of jokes based on what to do when face-to-face with a bear. Riding lessons and shooting lessons for the townies.
This is life in your typical small town America. The kind where you miss the town the first time and need to drive through it again just to see. They vote Republican, but are OK in the end. Too many moustaches and guns, but OK.
Luckily the Morgans get to return to New York and the tender services of PAs Jackie and Adam. Sweet but clueless.