
Up in the Air movie review: you are not your frequent-flyer miles
There is a thrill of recognition to *Up in the Air* — and a horror of recognition, too…

There is a thrill of recognition to *Up in the Air* — and a horror of recognition, too…
The closest I will ever come to visiting another planet, and what an exhilarating trip.
You know how they say that cops come in only one color, blue? Well, Disney princesses come in only one color: pink.
Bella Cullen. Mrs. Edward Cullen. Mr. and Mrs. Edward Cullen. Ms. Bella Cullen. Mrs. Jacob Black. Jacob and Bella Black. Mrs. Bella Black. Ms. Bella Swan Black. Mrs. Bella Swan Cullen.

Someone once said that perfect movies are boring and only flawed movies intriguing, and then along comes a movie like An Education, about which the number of things that are absolutely perfect is impossible to measure… and it’s thrilling and captivating anyway.

John Keats is the intruder in Fanny Brawne’s story, and you might be forgiven for assuming that she’s the one who became legendary, for how the film defies convention by lavishing its focus on her.
I’d never have expected that the movie would be saved, just a little, from being complete bullshit by the presence of Aaron Eckhart.
They didn’t ruin the movie, I promise. But some will disagree with me.
Perhaps it’s a little bit of victory, in an odd way, that this too-earnest, underemotional drama so perfectly apes its protagonist in how it cannot quite connect with anyone outside itself.
Looks like that pie is almost gone…