When I first saw Juno, my eyes rolled around so hard in my head I thought they’d shootout my body. The pacing was boring and slow, the character world and speak was ridiculous, and the references to Argento and company seemed sacrilage. But what did I know? Juno won the best script at the Oscars. Now, at the end of Jennifer’s Body’s opening weekend, all the criticism I listed above for Juno is suddenly being applied to JB. And I disagree. (more…)







