Juno

I ventured outside the family unit today. I went to see Juno at Keystone Arts, ordered a diet Coke and found a seat by myself. I had never been to a movie alone: it was fantastic. I found a two-seater and sat on the outside. When late-comers arrived in pairs, I could honestly shrug and say, "Sorry, only one seat here." Awesome!

Juno was not only the best movie I've seen in a long time, but the only movie I've seen in a long time. I bawled (quietly, secretly, the lonesome dove), and I missed Sam and Matt. Honestly, the prospect of giving a child up for adoption had me so slippery sentimental that I almost couldn't make it through the second reel (hint: when watching a movie, look for the black dot to appear in the right corner screen; this means that it's time to change the reel).

I've read a lot about the author of the movie, a former stripper. She seems pretty flawless to me. The little girl in the movie, Ellen something-or-other, deserves an Oscar.

Soundtrack was cheerful; a little immature, but they did slip one Belle & Sebastian in there (band from Glasgow that I love).

Anyway, Matt said, "Take as much time as you like."

I raced home after the movie.