31 January 2010
Tonight I went to see Up in the Air with my girlfriends in Gold Class. This was fantastic and a little fancy but don’t you worry that didn’t stop us putting our feet up on the seats and ordering chips and beer as if we were at the pub. I even drank my beer out of the bottle. But it was imported so this (may) cancel out. Anyway, Up in the Air. Let me say first that anything with George Clooney in it is alright by me. It’s not earth-shattering, but after a severely over-acted scene early on, with George and some lady called Vera Farmiga, which is entirely not their fault and stinks of some director messing things up (Maybe it was Jason Reitman’s day off?) the film jets (ahah!) along quite nicely. There’s a nice little sharp right hand turn at the tail end and then… well… there is a reason this film is called Up in the Air. I think someone forgot to finish the script. Bizarro. I give it 2.5 fizzy coke bottles and a jaffa. Mildly satisfying but an unsettling way to end.