I love to rag on movies. You have to, really, if you review them for any length of time. It’s easy to burn out, otherwise. I love coming up with different ways to shit on the same kinds of movies. It’s one of the challenges that keeps this job interesting.
But it’s not the reason we do this. Up in the Air is the reason I do it. I will sit through 47 shitty films a year for the opportunity to see this one. I haven’t seen it yet, of course. But you just know. You just know it’s going to blow you away, probably rip out your heart, and hollow out your soul before filling you back up and tossing you out the theater exuberant, hop-skippy, and joyful. I can’t watch the trailer without getting anxious — knowing that a movie like that exists and that I haven’t been able to see it yet makes me antsy. I want to sit in its glow; I want to claim ownership; and I want to backhand the soulless contrarians waiting to find fault. To be that one guy that doesn’t like an amazing film if only because it allows him to be that one guy.
I’m getting flame-warry just thinking about it. Here’s the new, extended trailer for Jason Reitman’s Up in the Air.