Up in the Air

My favourite Clooney film is Michael Clayton. He subverts his normal acting routine, his charm, the handsome, expressive face, the confident, mature particularly American masculinity and gravelly voice. He radiates a degree of moral compromise and weariness throughout the film that bursts in a barn-storming final speech. Clayton wasn’t the American male-archetype. In a similar fashion, Up in the Air isn’t America, land of opportunity, confidence, big business. This is a recession film, lampooning the corporate thinking of the past decade and shows the fallout of corporate-restructuring.

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