Questions and comments are always welcome.
N.B. In this 'ere blog there will be spoilers. I won't warn in each post, because I already have, here, so keep that in mind. But I think a lot of people will have seen a lot of these films by now, and it should be okay. Anyway, you've been warned.
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Su-Chin: I’m having a little trouble concentrating.
Juno MacGuff: Oh, well, I could sell you some of my Adderall, if you want.
Su-Chin: No thanks, I’m off pills.
Juno MacGuff: That’s a wise choice, because I knew this girl, who, like, had this crazy freak out, because she took too many behavioral meds at once and she like, ripped off her clothes, and dove into the fountain at Ridgedale Mall and was like, “Blah I am a Kracken from the sea!”
Su-Chin: I heard that was you.
Juno MacGuff: Well, it was good seeing ya, Su-Chin.
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Mac MacGuff: Look, in my opinion, the best thing you can do is find a person who loves you for exactly what you are. Good mood, bad mood, ugly, pretty… handsome, what have you, the right person is still going to think the sun shines out your ass. That’s the kind of person that’s worth sticking with.
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Day 18 : Film 463 (Juno)
Director: Jason Reitman (2007)
Running Time: 96 mins
Blurb: I‘m sorry, I can’t summarise this for you, I’m on my hamburger phone.
Zio’s Random Thoughts: What I like about the fact that this film is on The List, is that this survey was clearly undertaken before the Great Indie Backlash of ‘08, when everyone was hating hipsters before hating hipsters was cool.
But hey, I like Juno. I don’t love it, but I like it. I like the concept and I like the scripting. I admit, sometimes it can go just the littlest bit overboard with the quirky, quirky, so quirky! But I think that once it gets into the swing of things, it’s not so much the quirks, but the characters that drive it, and I respect that. So, you know, haters to the left, we’re watching Juno.
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A pregnant pause in the programming.
You may recall that I’m renovating.
What you may not be aware of is that in opening out my living space, I’ve also opened a wormhole into the future. Three weeks into the future, to be exact.
See, what’s happened is, this evening, when I should have been out about town, hunting and gathering this week’s films, I was busy taking all the furniture out of my room, in preparation for arse o’clock tomorrow morning, when the builders are going to take out one of the walls.
Which means that my room, once known for being the place where I keep my stuff, now looks like this:
(Pictured; the powerboard this computer is currently plugged into, the armrest that fell off a bus that took us to year nine camp, dust.)
The hallway, traditionally used for walking, is now primarily a furniture storage space, and the kitchen is sealed off from dust with tape and old TV boxes.
So, it’s not tidy, here. And organisation is not my middle name.
Which is why we are three weeks in the future! ‘Cause the next film on the list that I have in my possession is Juno. Which, at number 463, is not exactly a skip away, but it’s the best I can do, right now. You understand, don’t you?
