Up In The Air Director Jason Reitman Has A Good Sense Of Where He's From (Hollywood) And Where He's Headed (Hollywood)

Unlike the zigzagging protagonist of his latest film, Up in the Air, Jason Reitman tends to stay close to home. "If we were in a small town, you'd call me a 'townie.' I'd be the guy who's always lived within a mile of the house he grew up in," the Oscar-nominated Juno director says on a recent afternoon in his West Hollywood office, where a small sign beside the front door announces modestly: We Make Movies. "I grew up riding my bicycle around here," Reitman adds, gesturing toward a bank of windows overlooking Sunset Boulevard.

By contrast, Ryan Bingham, the character played by George Clooney in Reitman's Up in the Air, gathers no moss. A third-party hatchet man enlisted by companies too timid to handle their own firings, Bingham spends most of his life at 20,000 feet, basking in the comfort of strangers, touching down just long enough to deliver the bad news to the newly downsized. Then it's off to the next hollowed-out cubicle wasteland—a landscape Reitman turns into the most resonant of this movie season's many apocalyptic visions. Indeed, for most of us, this is how the world really ends—not with a Roland Emmerich–size bang but a pink slip.

Adapted by Reitman and Sheldon Turner from a 2001 Walter Kirn novel, Up in the Air can be considered a companion film of sorts to Reitman's 2005 debut feature, Thank You for Smoking, which focused on the fast-talking exploits of another professional bullshit artist—a Big Tobacco lobbyist played by Aaron Eckhart. It was an auspicious beginning that offered ample evidence of Reitman's sure hand with actors and an ear for the kind of barbed dialogue that powered the rat-a-tat Hollywood comedies of yesteryear. It's also a good yardstick of just how far he has come as a filmmaker in the four years since: Where Smoking sometimes hedged its satiric bets to make sure we knew Eckhart's Nick Naylor was really a good guy at heart, Up in the Air views Bingham with considerably greater ambivalence.

Director Jason Reitman (right)—on the set of Up in the Air with George Clooney—was raised in Hollywood, but he’s growing up on film.
Director Jason Reitman (right)—on the set of Up in the Air with George Clooney—was raised in Hollywood, but he’s growing up on film.

"I think I'm growing up, and my films seem to be becoming more real," Reitman says in his let-me-level-with-you way. Growing up is something of a constant for Reitman, perhaps because, at all of 32, he's still in the midst of it himself. In the last five years, he married, bought a house and became a father. He's also made three movies that, beyond their surface topicality, are all portraits of people questioning their beliefs and struggling to find their footing.

"My films never touch on what the answers are when it comes to their polarizing subjects—they simply use [the subjects] as a location," Reitman says. "In Thank You for Smoking, cigarette smoking is the location for a movie about parenting. In Juno, teenage pregnancy is the location for a movie about people trying to decide what moment they want to grow up. It's about the loss of innocence—that's what that movie's about, and this movie's not about the economy. The economy is a setting to talk about how we complete our lives."

Reitman's life so far might easily be mistaken for a stereotypical second-generation Hollywood legacy case. The oldest of three children born to Ghostbusters director Ivan Reitman and actress Geneviève Deloir, he came of age on his father's film sets. Reitman rubbed elbows with other scions of the rich and famous at the prestigious Buckley and Harvard-Westlake prep schools, where, he claims, being the son of one of the most successful filmmakers of the 1980s brought him nothing but grief. "I was never a popular kid," he recalls. "I was not well-liked. All the movie thing brought was teasing and mockery."

More paralyzing for Reitman was the fear of following in his father's footsteps. "If you think, 'son of a famous director,' your immediate reaction is: no talent. Spoiled brat. Drug or alcohol problem," he says. "These are the going ideas. In addition to that, [people presume] one of two things is going to happen to me in my career—either I will succeed but live in my father's shadow, or I will fail on a very public level." So he halfheartedly enrolled at Skidmore College as a pre-med student. By the end of his first semester, Reitman's dad had convinced him to hang up his scrubs and give movies a try.

He proceeded with caution, transferring to the University of Southern California—not for the celebrated film school, but rather as an English major with a creative-writing emphasis. Even then, there were those who saw their classmate as a potential meal ticket. "I remember hearing from a friend that someone in the film school had said, 'We've got to get him into the film school, because he's going to hook all of us up,' " Reitman says with palpable disgust. "I heard that and I went, 'Oh, God.' If I'd ever even thought about majoring in film, that was it. I decided: I'm going to be an English major and I'm going to make it on my own."

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