With a job traveling around the country firing people, Ryan Bingham enjoys his life living out of a suitcase, but finds that lifestyle threatened by the presence of a new hire and a potential love interest.
Ryan Bingham is a corporate downsizing expert whose cherished life on the road is threatened just as he is on the cusp of reaching ten million frequent flyer miles and just after he's met the frequent-traveler woman of his dreams. Written by
While at Lambert Field in St Louis, Ryan tries to make an impassioned speech to Natalie about Charles A. Lindbergh's plane 'The Spirit of St Louis'. Officially, Lindbergh's plane was a Ryan NYP (New York to Paris) so the two share the same name. As a tribute to Charles Lindbergh, the airport displays a prop Spirit of St. Louis used in the James Stewart movie of the same name. See more »
At airport security, Ryan puts his laptop in a tray. He proceeds to take off his shoes and put them in a tray, but his shoes are already in the tray next to the laptop bin. See more »
This is what I get in return for 30 years of service for my company? And they send some yo-yo like you in here to try to tell me that I'm out of a job? They should be telling you *you're* out of a job.
You have a lot of gall coming in here and firing your number one producer. And then you're going to go home tomorrow and make more money than you've ever made in your life, and I'm going to go home without a pay check. Fuck you.
I just... I guess you leave me dumbfounded. I don't ...
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Over the end credits, the camera glides over the clouds. Much like the view from a plane. See more »
So glad the producer (Ivan Reitman) has such faith in the director (his own son, Jason) and his "creative vision." What were the odds? LOL. Whatever skills Jason has as a technician, the philosophical thrust of this movie is as phony as a $3 bill. Wow, disconnectedness? Wow, everybody needs somebody to love? Wow, having casual sex is ultimately disappointing? This is glib commercialism at Hollywood's typical worst, disguised as a movie with meaning and now being hyped as Oscar material on all fronts. The audience for this flick would presumably be comfy white folks earning six-figure salaries, who can relate to all the emptiness that its lead character is striving to overcome. So who do we pity more--the director who thinks this message needs transmitting, or the dumb saps who will watch it and think it's really meaningful? (The latter, actually, because the director's getting rich off the movie, and the saps are giving him their money.) A manipulative piece of nonsense, which, at its core, is as naive as they come about real human issues. If you've paid to see this one, you've already been duped.
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