I couldn’t shake the feeling that this movie is essentially making the point for family and marriage versus being single and career driven.
It is about the sad solitude for someone who has no roots, someone who travels 300 days a year and has no one to come home to. Naturally, the inevitable conclusion and the lesson the main character (Clooney) learns at the end is that none of the success and mileage accumulating (the big goal is to make it into the 10 million mile club for the heck of it) mean anything if you don’t have anyone to share it with or come home to.
In this case, we find out that he is actually in an even worse shape than the people he fires, because they all have someone who will help them get through it, while Clooney’s character – despite all the material privileges and looks – doesn’t.
The lesson here then is to try to do everything you can to not be alone, which – according to this movie – is, literally, worth than death.
Up In The Air is entertaining and I did appreciate the independent feel of it. It wasn’t all fake and glammed up and except for Clooney and Farmiga, none of the actors looked like they had jumped out of some photoshopped Vogue pages. They were real people (which somehow made Clooney be out of place…but that’s another story) who behaved and even looked real.