I love serendipity, both the concept and the movie. Within a 48 hour time span, I watched Up in the Air and Midnight in Paris for very different reasons. The former I chose to watch with my 6 eCommerce students as their last assignment in an effort to put some of the pressure of graduating and going off to college in perspective. The latter I was lucky enough to see for free with @sfadem because, when your daughter works at the movie theater, you get to see movies for free. I’ve been a Woody Allen fan since the mid 70′s when it seemed like he released a movie a year. We all know how he fell out of favor, and his Mia period never did much for me, but this European discovery tour he’s been on the past 5 years or so has been lovely.
The Cloooney film surprised me when I first saw it. I heard the author of Up in the Air interviewed in NPR before the film’s release. When the interviewer asked Walter Kim his opinion of the movie, he immediately stated that it was much different than the book but equally as good. The film retained the inherent message of the novel, and the main character, played by George Clooney, immerses himself in business speak and motivational culture. Less satirical than the book, the film explores a world where being fired is now called a “career transition” and the people and things we accumulate in life weigh down the metaphorical backpack we drag behind us as we move along, racing towards death.
Pretty apropos for college bound teenagers, huh? As I watched it for a third or fourth time, I recognized that the smooth and suspiciously handsome Clooney was perfectly cast as the character Ryan Bingham. Ryan’s efficient and lightweight approach to life worked on the surface but lacked any meaning beyond traveling light and racking up those frequent flyer miles.
When Ryan takes the attendees of his motivational seminars through the backpack exercise – put all your stuff in and see how heavy the backpack is, then take it out only to put all the people in your life in there and see just how heavy that is – I initially imagined the relief of not carrying my house, cars, computers, and all the other crap I’ve accumulated in the almost 50 years I’ve been alive. How bad would it be not to work to support things? Then of course when Ryan asks us to fill up the bag with friends and family, I realize how much effort I make to maintain those relationships and support my children.
Yet as the character attempts to connect with the people around him – his young colleague, his sisters, and another business traveller – we realize that an empty backpack isn’t as desirable as it initially appears. Using real people who’ve been through layoffs in the most recent economic slump rather than actors to express their feelings about the experience throughout the film only underscored their statements at the end: each one of them keeps going not to pay the mortgage but for their husbands, wives, children, and family.
Their backpacks are full and they enjoy the pull of the straps on their shoulders; it’s what gets them up in the morning and puts a smile on their face when they walk in the door.
The afternoon after watching that movie I tweeted that Midnight in Paris was playing at the movie theater where @sfadem works. She immediately responded with an invite to see it the next night. I’d heard only good things about this film, and let’s face it, Owen Wilson in a Woody Allen movie? I just had to see that! The English major in my also loved the idea of Allen’s portrayal of all those artists and expat writers from the 20s. His movie The Front is one of my favorites, dealt with blacklisted writers in the 50s, and hey, who doesn’t like Paris?
I won’t give away too much of the plot since everyone reading this should go see it, but this film deals with similar issues. Wilson’s character Gil found success as a Hollywood screenwriter but wants to be a novelist. He’s engaged to Inez, a woman who’s obviously wrong for him. At the start of the film, the couple run into American friends and start exploring Paris together. This part of the film is a long riff on the scene in Annie Hall where a man in line to see a movie loudly expresses his opinion about a Fellini film and then Marshall McCluhan when oddly enough, Woody produces McCluhan to debunk the fatuous and pendantic opinion of that movie goer. (You can find the scene here if you’re interested.)
As Gil becomes more immersed in the residents of 1920s Paris and tries to tell Inez that he’d rather give up all that material wealth in California to write in Paris, I recalled that backpack. Facing marriage, Gil’s backpack could carry around those antique chairs from Paris that cost a whopping 18,000 Euros. On the other hand, he could pack it with his manuscript, his experiences with Hemingway, Picasso, a delightful Dali, a frantic Zelda, and the lovely frenchwoman who runs the “nostalgia store”.
Ok, so maybe I gave a bit of the plot away there, but you get my point. A good reminder for me that on their deathbed, no one wishes they spent another day at work, and adversity really does provide opportunity. So, at this almost half year mark in 2011, recent (and to some extent past) experience prompts me to rethink where my efforts are best placed, and what I think my priorities should be.
I’m taking out what weighs me down and putting in what lifts me up! … and carrying the backpack through Paris again at some point would be perfect!

mswas 8:33 am on June 30, 2011 Permalink |
Do you think the now inaccurate poster at the beginning was placed there to stimulate conversation?
lgesin 12:05 pm on June 30, 2011 Permalink |
so many people love movies, so starting with that bit of info will definitely get a lot of people thinking and talking … even if Erica wasn’t impressed