Juno has got to be one of the most heartless movies I’ve seen that was attempting to be heartfelt.
This is not a complaint toward the drama of the movie, which was competent, but a meta-critique: if we are held accountable for sins against fictional character then Diablo Cody will have to answer for her treatment of Vanessa (played by Jennifer Garner). How can you rip the heart from the heart & soul of the movie?
Seriously? This movie promotes the idea that you should find someone who loves you for who you are. Thank you, Disneyland, may I have some pixie-dust with that?
And what kind of name is “Diablo Cody” anyway? Shouldn’t she be Diabla Cody?
I did enjoy Juno’s delight in Paulie Bleeker (Michael Cera) and her hip-snobbery music opinions. It’s fun to see people delight in things we don’t understand.
Negs to “it” as baby was called throughout.
Dwight Shrute’s (yes, I know) appearance is the Throw-away character of the year. “That ain’t no Etch-a-Sketch, Homeslice.” Up there with “I drink your milkshake!”
Seeing the snarkiness of the trailers I was afraid I was going to get a two hour episode of the Gilmore Girls. Thankfully, however, that while Juno (Ellen Page) was mostly tiresome she wasn’t as completely monotone and irksome as Rory Gilmore.
Overall the movie doesn’t challenge modern cynicism as well as films like “Little Miss Sunshine” or even “Knocked Up” (despite the flaws in both of those) and it certainly isn’t on the same level as Junebug or as Jason Reitman’s previous film “Thank You for Smoking”.