I didn't like this movie. The film, like its protagonist, drifted meaninglessly yet with purpose and a shiny finish. Professional women were portrayed terribly: crying with self-pity, suicidal with despair, cheating for the fun of it, cutthroat for job advancement.
Plus, this movie had several opportunities for meta-commentary or literary twists of film and it didn't take them. That is an offense.
This post's theme word: paresthesia, "sensation of tingling, pricking, or numbness" -- like limbs falling asleep. As in, "The overall aesthetic of Up in the Air is one of physical and emotional paresthesia."
(Today (Nov 18) was bad and I'm taking out my ire by discharging old, long-pending blog posts about things I didn't like.)
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