Soldiers. A serious man. A great leader. A man up in the air. 2009 is, once again, the Year of the Man. Precious and An Education are two that aren’t. Ordinary women rarely take up much screen time. Nonetheless, Oscars 2009 is defined most assuredly by singular men on a quest.
And I have known the arms already, known them all–
Arms that are braceleted and white and bare
(But in the lamplight, downed with light brown hair!)
Is it perfume from a dress
That makes me so digress?
Arms that lie along a table, or wrap about a shawl.
And should I then presume?
And how should I begin? – T.S. Eliot
Deserved Best Picture frontrunner, Up in the Air is all things a great film should be, with the performance of George Clooney’s career at the heart of it, Jason Reitman’s comedic timing and willingness to go deeper when the plot calls for it. Anna Kendrick, who very nearly steals the show and a script that rivals Aaron Sorkin for quick wit and profound insight speeding by at a mile a minute. Even if the film goes where you think it’s going to go, and even if it isn’t exactly the most original story you’ve ever heard in your life – it works. My god, it works.