The MTV Movie Awards were held last night, and I admittedly couldn't bring myself to sit through the hours-long crapfest. Just by looking at the pictures (after the jump), it's obvious I didn't miss much.
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What if Ellen Page had had that baby in Juno? Then, what if that baby grew to be nine before disappearing into a bleak, cold wasteland populated by rapists and other predators (ie the real world), forcing "Junebug" and the rest of her summery gang to wake up and realize that life is hell? If all that happened, it looks like you'd have Page's new movie, The Tracey Fragments. The title sounds like a melodramatic band name and the movie looks like one, too. Good luck finding that missing kid, Fertile Myrtle.
Ellen Page ended her stint on Saturday Night Live with a skit about being a lesbian. Everyone went crazy with the whole, "OMG she totally came out of the closet!" nonsense. We were just left perplexed. Is she trying to tell us something? Is she just messing with us?
Help us, Tom Cruise.
We'll go easy on you today:
Which reputably sweet actress and award nominee is a full-blown, carpet munching bulldyke? She was seen with her current flame at an awards show last weekend, and it looks like her dream of being viewed as alternative may finally be coming true — in a way she never expected.
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Does anyone else find anything odd about Juno star Ellen Page's explanation of her favorite nerd folk band The Moldy Peaches? ("It's hinging on novelty, but at the core of it, it is so beautiful and it is so honest.") Hey, that sounds like irony to us!
But there's no way everyone's favorite "indie" actress (sponsored by Fox) is admitting that she loves the quirky irony of her quirky hit film's backing band. That would be too transparent and, well, unironic.
What'll these hipsters think of next?!?!?!
We hear word that some oddly popular event happened last night in Los Angeles. We're not really sure what it was all about, but we've got pictures of some of the self-congratulatory, insular men and women in attendance after the jump.
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Have you seen Juno, the newest quirky comedy in this anachronistic epidemic of pro-life films? If you're like us, every bossy "liberal" with Pitchfork bookmarked has been talking your ear off about how it's so true, making you even less interested in paying $12 to watch it.
The script was written by an ex-stripper named Diablo Cody, and we think fans assume her history lends the movie authenticity. And it might, but we don't know for sure because we haven't seen it.
We are sure of one thing, though: We're sick of hearing about Juno. Sick of it. Absolutely done with it. And our disgust is due in large part to articles like this from the Los Angeles Times, entitled "Tomboy Chic" (blech!):
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