I came across this article by Emily over at Gawker and felt compelled to repost it here, because I feel the same way. What initially compelled me to want see the Cody/Reitman juggernaut JUNO was the exact reason I left the theater with several handfuls of hair missing.
I’m not here to say that Juno is devoid of any positive characteristics, on the contrary! I have no complaints about the rest of the film. However, when I left the theater amidst the endless nattering about the sassy and precocious dialogue, I felt a strange desire to head to Costco to stock up in preparation of a long winter in hiding because otherwise I will probably be stoned to death by the film’s devout admirers.
