I’m not some movie critic but this one is a GREAT one. Many have said that it’s a 24 hours movie, that you forget all about it in a day; didn’t worked for me.
It’s a movie about kids that don’t fit in, about beauthifull minds that need a bit more atention to be understood, about human superficiality and much more. So… watch it!!!
p.s. I even tried doing the satelite dance 
This movie prooves that the Oscars are not quite a joke. It really deserved the statue!
With a awsome soundtrack (of withc my favourite “The Moldy Peaches-Anyone Else But You”), a fantastic Ellen Page, a well written script - well tought movie in all-Juno is one of my favourite movies…. it has been a while since the last good movie i’ve seen.
Fav. line:
” Juno MacGuff: Yea, you just take Soupy-Sales to prom I can think of so many cooler things to do that night. Like, you know what Bleek? I might pumice my feet, uh, I might go to Bren’s Unitarian Church, maybe get hit by a truck full of hot garbage juice, you know? Cause all those things, would be exponentially cooler than going to prom with you. “
How many lives do we live?
How many times do we die?
They say we all lose twenty-one grams…
at the exact moment of our death.
Everyone.
And how much fits into thenwty-one grams?
How much is lost?
When do we loose twenty-one grams?
How much goes with them?
How much is gained?
….How…. much is gained?
Twenty-one grams.
The weight of a stack of five nickles.
The weight of a humming bird.
A chocolate bar.
How much do twenty-one grams weight?
Between work, work, graduation paper work, work, some jogging, and all the South Park (note: I’m not watching them online since my conection at home doesn’t exceed 6 Kbps 
) eppisodes that i’m re-watching, I managed to watch The bank job(2008) starring (one of my favourites actors) Jason Statham.
Based on a “true story of a heist gone wrong… in all the right ways” in 1970s, it has it all: british accent (brits do it better!), some action, some naked scenes :), ’70s ambient and a lot more.
However i think that the 107m:03s spent watching it were not a waste of time.
Cheers
Lifeturning….
“The sea’s only gifts are harsh blows, and occasionally the chance to feel strong. Now I don’t know much about the sea, but I do know that that’s the way it is here. And I also know how important it is in life not necessarily to be strong but to feel strong. To measure yourself at least once. To find yourself at least once in the most ancient of human conditions. Facing the blind death stone alone, with nothing to help you but your hands and your own head.”
“HAPPINESS ONLY REAL WHEN SHARED”
Watch this movie here. (the 3 part version)
Patrick Bateman: Harold, it’s Bateman, Patrick Bateman. You’re my lawyer so I think you should know: I’ve killed a lot of people. Some girls in the apartment uptown uh, some homeless people maybe 5 or 10 um an NYU girl I met in Central Park. I left her in a parking lot behind some donut shop. I killed Bethany, my old girlfriend, with a nail gun, and some man uh some old faggot with a dog last week. I killed another girl with a chainsaw, I had to, she almost got away and uh someone else there I can’t remember maybe a model, but she’s dead too. And Paul Allen. I killed Paul Allen with an axe in the face, his body is dissolving in a bathtub in Hell’s Kitchen. I don’t want to leave anything out here. I guess I’ve killed maybe 20 people, maybe 40. I have tapes of a lot of it, uh some of the girls have seen the tapes. I even, um… I ate some of their brains, and I tried to cook a little. Tonight I, uh, I just had to kill a LOT of people. And I’m not sure I’m gonna get away with it this time. I guess I’ll uh, I mean, ah, I guess I’m a pretty uh, I mean I guess I’m a pretty sick guy. So, if you get back tomorrow, I may show up at Harry’s Bar, so you know, keep your eyes open.
Patrick Bateman: There are no more barriers to cross. All I have in common with the uncontrollable and the insane, the vicious and the evil, all the mayhem I have caused and my utter indifference toward it I have now surpassed. My pain is constant and sharp and I do not hope for a better world for anyone, in fact I want my pain to be inflicted on others. I want no one to escape, but even after admitting this there is no catharsis, my punishment continues to elude me and I gain no deeper knowledge of myself; no new knowledge can be extracted from my telling. This confession has meant nothing.
Go Johnny go!!!!
Raoul Duke: When I came to, the general back-alley ambience of the suite was so rotten, so incredibly foul. How long had I been lying there? All these signs of violence. What had happened? There was evidence in this room of excessive consumption of almost every type of drug known to civilized man since 1544 AD. What kind of addict would need all these coconut husks and crushed honeydew rinds? Would the presence of junkies account for all these uneaten french fries? These puddles of glazed ketchup on the bureau? Maybe so. But then why all this booze? And these crude pornographic photos smeared with mustard that had dried to a hard yellow crust? These were not the hoofprints of your average God-fearing junky. It was too savage. Too aggressive.
Raoul Duke: Few people understand the psychology of dealing with a highway traffic cop. A normal speeder will panic and immediately pull over to the side. This is wrong. It arouses contempt in the cop heart. Make the bastard chase you. He will follow. But he won’t know what to make of your blinker signal that says you are about to turn right. This is to let him know you’re pulling off for a proper place to talk. It will take him a moment to realize that he’s about to make a 180 degree turn at speed, but you will be ready for it. Brace for the g’s, and fast heel-toe work.
Raoul Duke: We had two bags of grass, seventy-five pellets of mescaline, five sheets of high-powered blotter acid, a saltshaker half-full of cocaine, and a whole galaxy of multi-colored uppers, downers, laughers, screamers… Also, a quart of tequila, a quart of rum, a case of beer, a pint of raw ether, and two dozen amyls. Not that we needed all that for the trip, but once you get into locked a serious drug collection, the tendency is to push it as far as you can. The only thing that really worried me was the ether. There is nothing in the world more helpless and irresponsible and depraved than a man in the depths of an ether binge, and I knew we’d get into that rotten stuff pretty soon.
…Don’t fuck with me now, man, I am Ahab.!
