"Thundercats are go!"
OK. I'm a little biased. I was all snuggled up with my loved
one when I watched this film and that's probably biased me in its favour a bit.
(She doesn't even mind me taking notes for my blog when we watch films
together, or even watching with subtitles- she's one very special lady!) Still,
about the actual film.
It is, obviously, brilliant. Juno uses humour to fully explore the very serious subject of
teenage pregnancy and all the stuff that surrounds it. It doesn't shy away from
big emotional moments, and works superbly as a drama, but it leaves you
smiling, and not only because of (SPOILER ALERT!) the happy ending. The humour
really works in counterpointing the serious themes, and the whole thing is
perfectly judged.
The film is full of wickedly wonderful dialogue, most of it
from Juno herself (the excellent Ellen Page) and sounding almost Whedon-esque
in its wit and pop culture savvy. It's also a brilliantly shot and structured
movie; fast cutting is often used to advance the story or reveal a character
point. The camerawork is as witty as the dialogue, and the seasons are used
nicely to indicate the passage of time without being too heavy-handed.
The whole look of the film is great. There's a definite '90s
slacker vibe in the clothing, general attitudes and pop culture references,
which extends to the brilliant animated opening sequence and the amazing
soundtrack. Everything oozes class, in a very Douglas Coupland sort of way. If
you read and enjoyed Generation X,
this film should be right up your street.
I suppose it can be said that Mark's reluctance to be a
father, and his basic incompatibility with Vanessa, is pretty much obvious from
the first scene (although the pregnancy fetish, er, isn't!!!), and it's no
surprise when he bails out and rejects his marriage, the chance of fatherhood
and adulthood itself for a Bohemian lifestyle that he's too old for. Also, his sell-out
job pretty much tells us that he's a wrong 'un. I don't think the film means to
imply that loving rock 'n' roll (especially Sonic Youth and the Melvins- cool!)
makes you immature, mind. Plus, the Stooges, the Runaways, Patti Smith and Mott
the Hoople seem to be endorsed by no less a figure than Juno herself. Let's
just say that '77 and '93 were both excellent years for music. Who'd like to
choose between Marquee Moon and In Utero?
Juno is very, very, funny, not too heavy, but managing to
put across its central message without too much soppiness. It's always the women
who are literally left holding the baby, and all too often this biological fact
leads men to deny their responsibilities; not exactly something my own gender
can always be proud of, sweet though the rather dim Beeker is here. Perhaps the
film, with its supportive male characters, is a little rose-tinted in this
regard, especially when it comes to teenage pregnancy. But it's a wonderful,
wonderful movie.
