When the first few scenes of Juno started to play on screen, and the unashamed naked bodies of two supposedly young kids popped up, my mother was aghast. She took one glance at the tv and started her barrage of comments that this isn’t a proper movie for children to watch, what the heck am I watching, that this is how we get ‘ideas’, and that it’s, uh, I actually forgot already. I tuned her out after that.
Fact is, had things been different in our house when it comes to discussing ‘adult matters’ such as sex, it would have been a little more enlightening than getting your information from friends. You can say we are the conservative type of household and issues like these are not exactly discussed.
Anyway, about the movie. I liked it. Ellen Page’s acting was so real and Michael Cera was the typical lost nerdy boy that he’s made famous in Arrested Development. I think I appreciated the movie more than I expected because of some events in Juno’s pregnancy life that somehow made a parallelism with mine. I couldn’t help but cry during the part when she was driving home from Jason Bateman and Jennifer Garner’s house after learning some really bad news which pretty much means that her problem really wasn’t solved, so she pulled up by the high way and just cried.
I remember myself 2 years ago when crying while driving home would usually be a routine for me. Yeah, blame it on the overload of hormones. But it was also because I had to face a lot of tough decisions back then that would eventually change my life. It’s tough really, trying to go at it alone. And Juno’s experience had been mercifully bearable because of her super supportive parents. Same goes for me. I am thankful that I had my family and friends back then, and I still have them now.
Juno was a brave kid. I doubt if I could’ve pulled it off like she did. This is a teenage reality-bites, no-fuss kind of movie that takes a brave hit on that subject in the point of view of a teenager. you know, S-E-X. 
