So I hadn't seen Jason Reitman's 'Juno' since probably December of 2007. I found it severely overrated but modestly charming at the same time. Gave it a B, and called it a day. Last night it was on HBO and I caught the first 30 minutes or so...really enjoyed it. Had a snow day today, so I woke up and watched the whole thing thanks to On Demand.
I completely loved it! How the hell does that happen? I found it one of the most annoying films of the decade and now I adore it? I don't know, I think it was probably that I didn't have an annoying tween-filled audience in back of me this time talking, screaming, and laughing at inappropriate parts. That coupled with the, lets face it, kind of overly hipster dialogue made for a horrendous movie going experience. It was like a totally new movie this go around. Oh and, naturally, I cried at the end (Jennifer Garner's final scene). If there is ever a movie with some sort of thematic elements that doesn't make me cry, I will be shocked.
Well, it appears that I've seen the light. I say that just a touch self-ashamedly.
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