tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32098472.post8299694981153209152..comments2023-10-31T11:15:15.587-04:00Comments on Victor Sells Out: The Junoverse and youVictorhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08017494724748754400noreply@blogger.comBlogger1125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32098472.post-75978392075509435522008-02-20T23:02:00.000-05:002008-02-20T23:02:00.000-05:00I'll admit that I haven't seen Juno, but I underst...I'll admit that I haven't seen Juno, but I understand the universe that you are talking about. Outside of Wes Anderson films, a few come to mind-<BR/><BR/>1. Napoleon Dynamite-FUCK THIS MOVIE. Seriously. I have recently come to the conclusion that there truly IS no accounting for taste, so I can't fault fans of this movie simply for liking it-we all choose our own drug, I say. I can, however, point out that in my eyes there is nothing redeeming, interesting, or for that matter funny about this film. I could barely sit through it the first time, despite it eliciting the odd chuckle here and there. I'm just not interested in two hours of watching annoying people. If I wanted that, I'd just suck it up and watch The Big Chill again.<BR/><BR/>2. Weeds-Unlike ND, I actually love this universe. Maybe its because its a more blatant satire, perhaps it's just my fondness for the ganja, but I can't wait for the 4th season of Ms. Botwin and her rag-tag team. On that show, even the hood is pleasant looking. The gangstas are way more well-read than any of the ones I've talked to in my neighborhood, and, unlike Juno, there is a healthy racial mix present, not to mention physical handicaps. Jesus Chris!<BR/><BR/>3. Sofia Coppola-Again, I will restrain from making this personal and hating on her fans, but I actually believe that Sofia is visitor from the Junoverse. Something about her writing, her characters, and her choice of music makes me think that she's creating a reflection of her own personal reality. Maybe it comes from being raised in a bubble filled with money and precious things (and NO black people), but that girl is more off-beat than a Shaggs song. Death to Coppoladrome. All hail the new fresh-baked scones that you eat on a Sunday morning in your bed, even though the crumbs get everywhere you don't care cuz you're a boy like that. Idiosyncratic bitch.nickhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03905025491782685818noreply@blogger.com