Up In The Air

It was only sixteen below zero last Friday..... so time to get out of the house and head to the big city and do something. A quick mall stop, then the public library to look for a book on improving bird habitat in your backyard, lunch and then a movie. I favored Sherlock Holmes, my favorite detective. Mrs T wanted George Clooney. Well, you get the picture. A chick flick I thought. Well it might be funny. It wasn’t.
There were some humorous spots but the underling premise was that George’s job was to travel endlessly across the country, firing people from their jobs, that their rich, arrogant and gutless bosses wouldn’t do themselves. Now that fits in well with the national economic mood. Nice! George had to be frozen emotionally to put up with this kind of work. Then he met a woman who appeared to be similarly oriented. Then a young hot shot woman appeared, whose computer skills were ready to replace George’s very way of making a living. No, it wasn't a triangle. It was a mess.
Perhaps the sophisticated banter, psychological swampiness, and unexplained twists and turns in the plot were way above my somewhat naive small town perspectives on life.... but when the film ended my basic response was WHAT THE HECK WAS THAT ALL ABOUT?