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• harry said...

  Posted on Jan 22 2008 06:06 oh god. please kill me.
  today i went to see juno "the best film of the year". i went with a friend who had been told by his sister that it was amazing. after hearing just the opening scene i looked over to my friend and realised that we both had a cringing look on our faces.
  now its not that i dont like indie movies or indie music, (i adored little miss sunshine) but the movie has to actually be good. i seriously think most reviewers(professional or otherwise) saw juno and thought "oh its an indie movie, those guys are artistic and funny, this must be a good movie" throw in a few crying scenes and this becomes the best film of the year. idiots.
  how can people not see through this awful film.
  and like - i get it- shes supposed to be a misfit- shes supposed to talk like that and be so "outgoing", but just people dont talk like that, you know, i think the scriptwriters really went overboard.
  oh and god shes like iggy pop and shes thinks 1977 was the best year for music. wow how uncommon. how different.
  and dont get me started on the soundtrack. i seriously think the people who chose the music thought "oh this is an indie song. lets put it in the film without listening to it to find out if its any good"
  in closing, juno is only praised as good because people have way too much patience for indie films and absolutely no vision whatsoever.

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• Christa said...

  Posted on Jan 22 2008 04:33 What a ridiculous film. I can't believe that the script passes for "heartwarming" or even real, because real people don't talk like this.
  Oh, wait. Scene kids and hipsters do. Oops, I forgot. But see, the funny thing is...no one wants to be around those people, because they're talking out their assholes most of the time.
  I don't need to go to the theatre to see something that I can hear in any Providence bar or walking around the vapid minefields of the Brown or RISD "campuses".
  Juno is not heartwarming. Juno is an intellectual hernia touted by idiots as one of the best films of the year.

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• Tom in Raleigh said...

  Posted on Jan 21 2008 17:52 Jeez, I agree that I need to get out more, but some people may get out too much. The negative reviews of this movie all boil down to "I am too cool for Diablo's hipster dialogue, so it rings false with me. Oh, and her interview of Fresh Air made me sick." Actually, despite the faux-hipster ranting about the faux-hipster screenplay (which is annoying for its pace, not its content), this is the best movie of the year. It's funny (duhh), but, for those with a heart (see also Manhattan north of 14th street) the third act is also remarkably touching, and even (gasp) life affirming. Sure, it's cute, but what's so wrong with peace, love, and cuteness?
  Movies like Juno exist for two reasons: to provide enjoyment for folks who like to think about the ideas in the movies, and to provide a lightning rod to people who can craft a sentence like "pseudo-indie piece of drollery...bourgois...genre..." Fortunately, I finished grad school over ten years ago, and now I can move on.

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• David said...

  Posted on Jan 13 2008 19:27 it was bitchin'

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• Carol S said...

  Posted on Jan 07 2008 21:08 Human interest combined with humor make this a most creative, delightful film!

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• borrisbatanov said...

  Posted on Jan 01 2008 23:41 Disney meets Roe v Wade, squeaky clean and uber cutesy.
  Quips substitute for dialogue. Diarrhea of words pouring from Juno insulates her, and the viewer, from reality, feelings, and truth.
  Juno, supposed to be 16, looks 13, safely asexual, in a movie that, ironically, deals with a highly sexual subject.
  Movie embedded in third-rate pop culture; Juno unconvincingly, annoyingly affects indie disaffection, dude. Adoptive father and Juno share the same lack of taste … Moot the Hoople … The Melvins … Sonic Youth … gory flicks? Gag me with a spoon. Worst soundtrack ever. Juno is never as unhip as when posturing as a musician, going on about Les Paul’s.
  Practically de rigueur for films written by women today, males are, if not outright wicked and despicable, then weak and uninteresting, mere appendages to females, demonstrating, yet again, the unabashed reverse sexism of post-modern feminism in the media. (Twenty years from now, low-brow undergrads will no doubt write papers on this subject, just as they now write about sexism and racism in American ‘cinema’). The only man in the film drawn with even a shade of warmth or sympathy is the father, a likable lug who wears his blue-collar (read acceptable) credentials by fixing a motor at the kitchen table. Movie couldn’t possibly be more anti-testosterone.
  A one-woman show. Supporting cast is nothing, hardly paid attention to: Impregnator Michael Cera is a dead piece of wood, barely has any lines, his role a mere fraction of, yet exactly identical to, his geeky teen in “Superbad.” His relationship to Juno is so sketchy, irrelevant, that when the two reunite, you don’t even realize they had broken up. Jennifer Garner is embarrassingly bad, stiff, overacts. Jason Bateman is Jason Bateman, always the same, regardless of the vehicle: boringly sitcom insipid. So heavily populated with TV actors (Page, Cera, Garner, Bateman, Janney) it’s impossible to tell it’s a movie, TV and movies now one homogeneous mediocre grey cable-ready blur.
  Comparisons are rightly being made to “Miss Sunshine,” another well-received pseudo-indie piece of drollery straight-jacketed by bourgeois political correctness, self-conscious cuteness, and artificial quirkiness, a new genre, it seems, including the likes of “Superbad” and “Knocked Up.” Suffering sciatica! William Claude Dukenfield, where are you when we need you?

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