I saw Juno last night and I’m willing to go out on a limb and predict that it will win most adorable pair of jeans of all times in any movie ever filmed anywhere on the face of the earth. There’s more. The main character, Juno, is so cute and such a good role model for teens (aside from the whole pregnancy thing) that I almost wished I could go back in time and be her and be smart enough to know the difference between what is good and what is truly, truly dumb. How many sixteen year olds know that, but I digress.
The movie is about a really pretty, edgy, articulate teenage girl who could, with the right haircut, pass for a really pretty, edgy articulate teenage boy. Amazingly, the pretty, irresistibly androgynous teenager gets pregnant by an awkward, tongue tied, soft spoken kid in painfully yellow shorts. I know, it seems unlikely, and yet, the hip little anti-hipster actually talked him into getting intimate.
Because our smart little heroine knows she’s not mature enough to care for her child—right there you have to hand it to her– she goes ahead and finds a couple, in the local penny saver, who wants to adopt a baby. The wife is Jennifer Garner who, in my opinion, makes the best sad faces of any actress in the movies today, aside from Kate Winslet and Toni Collette. Jen, who has an entirely different name in the movie, unfortunately one I can’t recall, is desperate to be a mother. I felt really sorry for her. You will too.
Anyway, a bunch of stuff happens and then just when you think Juno is about to make another huge mistake, she does something so grown up, I started crying out loud in the theater. I had to actually blow my nose in my pretzel napkin, and I never blow my nose in public. It was that awesome. It just killed me that a little kid like that could see right from wrong so clearly after screwing up on every other possible level.
If nothing else you will come away wishing you dressed more like a little boy when you were a teenager and loving women (and girls) for being so cool with each other- especially when one of them is on the verge of becoming a mother.
I think I might go see it again just to see if I can cry that loud again. You should have heard me, but I have to say, the movie isn’t really that sad at all. I’m pretty sure it was partially hormonal on my part.
Still, go see it, and tell me what you think.