Ce n'est pas une pipe, c'est une trompe de Fallope.
So, yeah, Clara and I finally saw Juno last night. We were, like, the last people in the whole frickin' state to see it, but it was worth the wait. Most definitely. I was totally cool with its portrayal of teen pregnancy and stuff because, like, it was a frickin' movie. It was supposed to be entertaining, which it so totally was. The only part I didn't like was when Juno called Katrina De Voort "Soupy Sales," because, like, what sixteen-year old girl knows who Soupy Sales is? Other than that, I was cool with the whole thing. Because, okay, first of all, Ellen Page was brilliant. Of course, she's Canadian, right? Like Anna Paquin, who was also totally precocious Oscar bait, plus also being in the X-Men series. But this is weird. In X-2, Kitty Pryde was played by a different Canadian actress (Katie Stuart). What's up with that? But, anyway, Ellen Page so deserved an Oscar nomination. And the newspaper dude from Spiderman? I was like, why couldn't my Dad have been so awesome? Okay, so maybe I thought Michael Cera's character could have been developed a little more, so we understood just a smidge better what Juno saw in him. He was a bit sketchy, kind of a device. Tic Tacs went in one end and sperm came out the other. And, like, what's with the pipe? Symbolism much? Whatever. It was a cool movie.