LFM was off learning how to pick up blood and urine samples and then get 'em to the right people.
Juno... uh, yeah. Not seein' it. Looks like twee fuckin' cutesy shit to me.
"Oh, she's knocked up at 15 but she's SMART AND SASSY and completely meta-aware and talks like a 25-year-old male literature grad student! It'll be like Ghost World but life-affirming and if Christina Ricci was young and not aneorexic!"
And the music... oh, Lord... it is like someone asked an A&R man's college freshman daughter to rip off the Rushmore soundtrack "except current and cheaper!"
Blah to Juno! Blah to everything that ain't such as Dune or Brazil or Being There... or ain't such as UHF. Blah to the self-consciously over-constructedly "middle-brow"! Blah to "accessably quirky"! Blah to "the paint-by-number middlebrow!"
Highbrow or lowbrow. Adam Sandler, over there. David Lynch, Terry Gilliam, Stanley Kubrick over here. Pick one and do it right. Blah to Juno and all the slickly-indiesque pictures like it. Don't mess with Mr. In-Between. Fuck Mr. In-Between, completely.
Those whose faith is lukewarm are the ones who The Great Spirit hates the most.
I am feeling political about this today, definitely. Do highbrow or lowbrow right and I am happy.
Try to be all things to all people and you are basically an asshole.