December 7th, 2007
|12:44 am - Juno What I Mean?|
A Modest Proposal for Supernatural Fans. The word "respect" has lost all meaning!
And Now For Our Feature Presentation
After much traffic and lateness from both sides, Emily (tigeremme) and I finally managed to meet up in Berkeley. I had gotten to Shattuck Cinemas a little before 6, and there was already a line forming for the Juno screening. Within the next half hour, the line quickly grew to stretch around the corner. I took the remaining half of my burrito to-go, which was a wise move, as it wasn't too long before they ran out of tickets. Those of us lucky enough to have a place in line also got very orange Juno shirts with lines of dialogue on them. This made two free T-shirts in one week for the both of us.
Meanwhile, my world crumbled around me as I discovered that the word bedraggled is pronounced be-draggled, not bed-raggled.
While it hadn't seemed like we were exceedingly far back in the line, when we got into the theatre, it looked like all the good seats were taken. We took two in the front row. I noticed they had some chairs up in the front, so I thought they might have people to look at that we would now be close to. Of course, it also meant that we would be looking up at giant Ellen Page and giant Michael Cera, but I guess that wasn't really a bad thing for either of us (Emily now has a humongous crush on Michael Cera).
Juno is really good. It's a lovely little small story about a sixteen-year-old girl who gets pregnant and decides to give her baby to suitable adoptive parents (who she finds in the PennySaver). And it struck me near the end of the movie that all that happens is that the audience follows Juno on her journey. It's very simple, but it works, especially because the script is full of laugh-out-loud lines and the cast is pretty stellar: Ellen Page, Michael Cera, Jason Bateman, Jennifer Garner, J.K. Simmons, Allison Janney, and no one knows who Olivia Thirlby is, but she's very funny as Juno's best friend. (Rainn Wilson has one amusing scene in the beginning.) Ellen Page has to pretty much carry the whole movie, though, and, after Hard Candy, it's no surprise she pulls it off. Michael Cera is, of course, adorable.
There were some moments where the script felt like it was trying a little too hard to be cool and indie and hip, but it wasn't really egregious. And the soundtrack is very song-heavy, which gets a little tedious because they all start to sound like variations on the same song. It does, however, help to establish tone. I liked Thank You for Smoking, and there are a few bits of quirky directing here, but not a whole lot. It's mostly a very human story.
So I liked it. It's basically this year's Little Miss Sunshine, you know? The little indie flick everyone loves, the one the Academy chooses as its Token Indie Flick. My duty as a viewer of a promotional screening is to tell you all to go pay money and see it when it comes out, but first check if you can see it for free. If you can't, go pay money and see it to support independent film.
The audience clapped when it was over, and it did not go anywhere...because we had been told before the movie that Ellen Page was coming in afterward for a Q&A.
Good thing we sat in front, eh?
( In which I may or may not ask Ellen Page a stupid question and may or may not get a picture with her afterwards. In fact, we may or may not have made out behind the concession stand. You'll never know until you click!Collapse )
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