Barbara Walters is currently interviewing Ellen Page inside my TV. It's a really awkward interview. Like, Barbara's making her sing and stuff, and I don't think it was false modesty when Ellen Page said she didn't want to. Anyway, I am so entirely fucking sick of the movie Juno by this point. And I think it's an absolute travesty that it's received the kind of recognition that it has when last year's best movie, Eastern Promises, has been so snubbed. Geez, it's a cute movie and stuff, but it's not fucking Citizen Kane! Was Napoleon Dynamite called best movie of the year? Was Running With Scissors? They had all the quirk, and less of the painfully twee soundtrack, often excruciatingly precious dialogue, ostentatiously over-dressed sets or kinda sexist/basically unbelievable initial concept. And then I remembered a Canadian movie I saw in high school that I think is the PERFECT antidote to Junomania. The New Waterford Girl.
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Yes, you've seen most of those actors before on the CBC, but don't be a snob! It's a lovely little film about a smart girl who fakes a pregnancy as a means of escaping her oppressive hometown. As opposed to a girl like Juno who appears to be intelligent, despite apparently never having heard of contraception or the consequences of unprotected sex. It's a similarly quirky film and has some overlapping subject matter, but it's about a young woman trying to take control of her life through any means necessary, rather than a passive cypher who rejects personal agency or accountability at every turn and literally lets life happen to her. Anyway, that's my rant. I kind of wanted to use the phrase "cinematic gentrification," but instead I'm just going to have a cup of tea.