The unexpected and overwhelming affection for ‘Juno’ among critics and moviegoers alike seems to have shocked its producers. After all, it’s just a quirky little movie about a pregnant teenager with a bunch of no-name TV actors that they were only ever going to release in a few dozen theatres.
To date it’s made over 115 million at the box office, and it’s still going strong.
The secret of the movie’s appeal is a rare alchemy between actors and script, resulting in an utterly unique group of characters that you can’t help falling in love with. They aren’t really like anyone you’ve ever met, and yet they’re so richly detailed and complete that you don’t doubt that somewhere, somehow, these people really exist.
I wish they had their own TV series so I could watch them every week.
If you haven’t guessed by now, I’m giving Juno a perfect five out of five stars. Go see it. This week. And don’t tell Murray it’s (mostly) Canadian.
(I'm guessing someone told him. Either that, or he's congenitally predisposed to despise Canadian movies. Murray's review is finally up on the Champion website, and it seems that he is one of the half dozen people on the planet who actively disliked 'Juno'. He actually uses the word 'rancid'. Go figure.)