In 2009, Jason Reitman added a potent subplot to his film “Up in the Air” that dealt with some of the alienation people feel in a depersonalized, technology-laden society. Five years later, he arrives with “Men, Women & Children,” a dark and moody spiritual cousin to his masterpiece. It goes beyond the obvious stating that people live text message to text message or email to email. Underneath it all, they are clearly living orgasm to orgasm.
Reitman finds a new writing partner, Erin Cressida Wilson, to adapt Chad Kultgen’s novel, which is perhaps the only truly honest novel about the realities of living in a digitally mediated society. The story follows a group of teenagers and their parents, each age group struggling with the temptations of carnality made available at their fingertips. They all seek intimacy, a rarity in a sea of screen addicts, yet cannot seems to escape their enmeshed existence in the World Wide Web.
It seems as if Reitman, likely by commercial imperatives, had to pull some punches and soften the impact of his film. How blistering can an excoriation of an Internet pornography obsessed society be if those toxic images are never shown? How shameful can sexual deviance feel if the acts themselves are artfully avoided? Reitman did not have to go full NC-17 to make an effective film on this topic, and “Men, Women & Children” suffers from his cautious moves.
Still, the message gets across pretty clearly, provided the audience can put down their iPhones for two hours to listen to it. For once, the youth are neither a fountain of hope nor a convenient object for blame; they are just exploring normal curiosities in the same way that their chief role models did. In fact, the adults of “Men, Women & Children” are every bit as clueless and juvenile in cyberspace as their kids. Society is all in this battle together, and no one is above it because it brings out the worst in everyone.
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