Just More Movie Musing

So last night I watched Forbidden Games, french film from 1952, directed by Rene Clement. For some reason without really thinking about it, I have been watching a lot of films about WWII. Don't know why that matters but I have. Anyway the film tells the tale of a little girl, Paulette, 5 years old, who is orphaned during WWII and is taken in by a farm family. She befriends the youngest son who becomes her main caregiver, and together they try to deal with their surroundings and the war by creating a cemetery. That's all I will say on that subject. The film has a great mix of anguish and humor that maybe only the french can supply and the ending is so heart wrenching that I was glad I wasn't drinking whiskey when I watched it or might still be crying today. It was right on about portraying children's abstract thoughts in the same vein as The Spirit Of The Beehive, another great film involving children and war. It is bleak and frightening and then in the middle is humorous and really enjoyable in that kooky french sort of way. Very viewable!

It's my last day of winter vacation from the greenhouse so decided to venture out and see a movie. I may have made the wrong decision because I saw Juno. OK, it wasn't so bad but I guess I would have liked to wait and receive it from Netflix. I am wondering what all the hype is? First and foremost I got a problem with a 16 year old who talks like a 30 something Ad Exec. She is so full of the hip banter it hurt and a lot of the teen mumbling left me wondering "just what did she say?" I mean yes, I am old, but I still consider myself a bit hip and I can be around a younger set every once and awhile,  but she came off like she was taking a course in Don Rickles smarmy with a teen twist. I mean, I have a niece who's got her thumb on the heart beat of fashizzle but when she was 16 she still had a bit of sweet naive to her. Juno does come off like the stripper who wrote her part. A bit too streetwise for her own good., I mean she is supposed to be living in Minnesota right?  Maybe that's why people enjoy it? Weird.  The movie is light fare about a rather serious subject and in the end Juno don't feel too good about it either. Ah, but life goes on. The only image that hit me on any level was Jennifer Garner holding the baby, in her bed, and because I was uncomfortable about her character too, I worried about the baby. It made my stomach turn. So I guess the movie moved in in some ways but I don't think it was the way the makers were hoping for. Blah.

Side Notes. Is it only me or don't you think that Michael Cera kid should be playing Beck in a biopic?

And Diablo Cody, the writer of of Juno, I wonder if she was the stripper I saw years back when I went to the strip club she danced at for a friends bachelor party, who had that enormous bruise on her ass. We questioned her about the bruise while she was dancing, (basically her whole ass cheek was one big raspberry) and she said she slipped coming down the stairs. We knew better and figured it was a boyfriend. Maybe he kicked her out for banging on a typewriter.