
I have never so badly wanted to go deaf, dumb and blind before undergoing the massive torture that anxiously awaited me 2 minutes into this horribly written disaster of a film. Evidently, you can't always rely on a good cast to relieve the burden of a horrible script and a scatterbrained, amateur story-line, but such was the hope of stripper-turned-journalist-turned-wannabe "Zach Braff" - Diablo Cody. I can't even believe the high ratings and positive reviews(by credible sources) that this movie has received, nor can I believe the script and dialogue's comparison's to Gilmore Girl's, a television show truly landmarking of professional script-writing and exceptional mastery in story-line construction. Above all and oddly enough, the dialogue in this film embarrassed me. I guess I must have felt impossibly ashamed that another human being would write line after line of amateur dialogue that did nothing but expose the simpleton mind of Diablo Cody, who apparently thinks people say things like "This is one doodle you can't undid, homeskillet". And by the way, if you include lines like that in a movie, don't try and make it sound cool, expose it for what it truly is - LAME. Oh, and don't forget the forced scenes that either A.) were obviously attempts at eliciting cheer or ovation and nothing else, or B.) were too under-thought and absurd, pointless and unnecessary and whose sole existence within the film was made to arrive at a desired endpoint to further the storyline and could have easily been left out or at revised(i.e., were Juno and that future-foster dad supposed to get it on or what?). Amateur rubbish at it's worst is all that Juno equates to.
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