Up In the Air with Vera

I fell in love with the word ‘hubris’ watching Vera Farmiga in “Up in the Air.”

When George Clooney’s Ryan meets Farmiga’s Alex in the hotel bar for the first time, there is a crisp comfortable quiet prideful tension between the two.

It starts as a competition of sorts as they shuffle through each other’s loyalty cards. The conversation is boastful and playful. There’s sexiness in the tone of their voices too. It’s more than a whisper but less than a diaphragm delivered dialogue.

And then she says it. With a crooked little smile and a slight breathy laugh, Alex asks Ryan to show her ‘some hubris.’ Double entendre aside, the invitation that eventually leads to Farmiga’s uber-sultry slow walk across the hotel bedroom to a burrito’d and floored Clooney is enticing.

At that moment, I fell in love with her. At that moment, there was no one sexier than Vera Farmiga – with the possible exception of George Clooney.

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