Another one-sentence review, this one for Juno: cute as a button, sharp as a tack and one of the better ways to spend eight bucks this season.
I should make friends with Diablo Cody, I’ve decided, even if she looks and dresses a bit like She-Who-Shall-Not-Be-Named. My only concern with Juno is Michael Cera, who I loved in Arrested Development and who theater-goers seemed to love with equal enthusiasm as Aly and I left Juno. Yes, Cera does a good job, by why shouldn’t he? He had three years to perfect the role playing George Michael on Arrested and then again while shooting Superbad. I love the guy, but it occurred to me that I’d like to see him try his hand at a role that doesn’t demand nervous energy, awkward twitches and a generally expressionless face. Granted, skinny nerds types may be the only roles Cera is offered nowadays, at least until he can grow a beard and play, like, a rapist or some other kind of pervert. In all my praise for Juno, however, I’m hesitant to offer much to Cera. His legions of fans — many of them female, and many of them with side-swept bangs — will more than make up for my silence. I’ll save my praise for Ellen Page, who nailed a role unlike I’ve seen her do before. (I actually can’t decide whether Juno’s titular role was less like Page’s turn as the pedophile hunter in Hard Candy or as Kitty Pryde in X-Men 3.)