One of this year's must-see movies, Juno proved a tear-jerker for good ol' sentimental-but-trying-hard-not-to-be me. Don't expect dramatics, though. The script and the acting are as understated as a pair of white school socks. Diablo Cody has done a great job with the story, proof yet again that genius doesn't go around sporting airs and an up-turned nose; and that womanhood could be respresented, in turns, by a beautiful, well-mannered, high-heeled yuppie named Vanessa, and a spunky, sassy sixteen-year old named Juno, with her no-nonsense shirts, baggy jeans and dirty sneakers.
There are some things that only women will understand, bonds that only mothers will share with other mothers, as this movie will inevitably prove; but here's hoping that the movie will speak to men, as well, because the men in Juno's world prove themselves worthy of being called men, after all.
The four Academy Award nominations running behind its back should be decoy enough.
So, watch it! Watch it! Watch it!
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