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...and that's fine by me.

"Sixteen-year-olds don't talk like that," is one of the criticisms I've heard about Juno. I'm sure it's true, but who cares? Juno's vocabularly and rapier wit is one of the best things about the film. Sure, we could watch something where a sixteen year old gets pregnant and then says, "Uh, like, uh, dad. I'm pregnant. And it sucks." But that wouldn't be any fun and Juno would be just another knocked-up sixteen-year-old.

I bit the insides of my mouth the whole time I was watching this film. Not just because it was cold in the theatre (it was) but because I was afraid something was going to go dreadfully wrong. Either Gillespie was going to veer in the direction of just plain dirty (there is a life-sized doll in the cast, complete with orfaces) or just plain mean (Lars, the character who orders the doll is a bit touched, one might say.) But he didn't and I thought Gillespie maneuvered a fine line of staying true to the characters and small-town setting without resorting to the sentimental--or the dirty and mean. Highly recommended--I loved it.

Instead of watching this film, try sitting straight and breathing deeply or watching the rain fall. I'm not going to waste my time telling you all the comedic problems in this piece of shite. Just please believe me.