meh. Scientology beard-mom can act, but the plot and supposedly quirky people and experiences in the flick were not so outrageous as the filmmakers seem to think they were.
Used to play hockey with Jason Reitman. Went up to him and said hi at a party and he snubbed me. What a silver spoon asshole. Oh, the movie? Yeah, Juno was good and the Ellen chick made me laugh. Some good lines, too. Stripper can WRITE, yo.
Pleasantly surprised at its charm. You'd think we'd run out of gas on the Aw-Shucks-Uber-Dork Michael Cera, but he's engaging. Best part is Ari Graynor--pretty fearless in the part of the intoxicated best friend.
Interested, but not swayed by the headless Stat. o' Lib. (Not even the one at Paramount, 3 blocks from my home, was impressive.) Remember blowing up the Whitehouse in 'Independence Day?'. Oh, one other thing I'll bet they never thought of: these creeps have based an entire movie's premise on the belief that folks in NYC have easy ccess to affordable mobile phone and camcorder batteries (apoligies to Bangladeshi shop owners)...
Perhaps the "Two Thumbs Up" blessing by Siskel and Ebert (opportunistically touted on the DVD's box cover) actually refers to the fact that Siskel and Ebert had their thumbs up EACHOTHERS' ass. Pass.
Lithgow's P.G. Wodehouse-like villain squeezes one more star out of my rating with the line: "You want to kill me, Walker? Take a number and stand in line."