I sneaked into Juno today, or rather, yesterday, since its already 1:20AM. It certainly lives up to all the Oscar, Golden Globe, Rotten Tomatoes hype. But its rather disconcerting to find that someone can be as witty as the dear Juno (it is of course, when you snap back to reality, that you realize it's probably a million people who gave super long hours of thought to this brilliant script and not a spur-of-a-moment thing as Juno acts and, yes, I know this is a really long sentence but since I've got here let's make it longer.)

Juno is not only an exploration about teen pregnancy and all its trauma. Writers and Directors have chosen to take a much softer approach to the show: we really know that Juno is going through a far bigger wave of emotions. The movie portrays the storms of her teen preg as mere brunt dialogue between her and her loved ones.

The movie also shows how life can still be as screwed up, even if you're a mature, thinking, grown-up person. The divorce of the adoptees adopters is really such a contrast to the messed up Juno. And of course we learn that love is not a fruit of time; despite the years together, the adoptees chose separation. Yet Juno found out what love truly was, within the sixteen years of life.

I might be reading too much between the lines around here but maybe the final scene is just a revelation that love is long and tedious. That we need effort to keep going, that things come and go but we still stay around each other.

Not your typical warm and fuzzy.