And who wouldn't be? It has Ewan McGregor as our affable British narrator, Kevin Klein in manic mode and Jeff Bridges in a very mellow place. The story is absolutely daft. And the movie has George Clooney in full-on crazy mode.
I am not, however, excited for Up In The Air. I liked Thank You for Smoking quite a bit, and thought Juno was largely mediocre. The concept is fine, I suppose. But I have seen George Clooney spit game too many times to be intrigued by the watching it again, even if the object of said game is Vera Farmiga, who deserves a better career than the one she has at present. Perhaps this is an unfortunate bleeding over of Clooney's personal life into his acting. In loves both real and fictional, it seems a schtick, the object immaterial to the technique (it doesn't help that his taste for very young women he dates and disposes of seems a little...unserious and insecure for a man of his age and accomplishments). World-weary in the manner of Michael Clayton? Fine, especially when the writing is that extraordinary, the supporting cast that strong. Just as I would rather not see Angelina Jolie play a crazy lady or an earth mother, I have had my fill of Clooney the Charmer.