And believe me, Mr. Cook's post can wait.
After watching certain nonsensical archaeologist/adventurer waste-of-timers and blockbuster parodies, The Bucket List was a timely watch. Rich with meaning and depth, it was worth my two hours. Put it this way- it's the kind of movie that leaves a warm, fuzzy feeling inside you. Not the 'chick-flicks-true-love-crap' warm, fuzzy feeling or the 'I-peed-in-my-pants-and-I-feel-warm' kind of warm, fuzzy feeling- The 'life-has-meaning-now' warm, fuzzy feeling. And believe me, I'm not exactly the warm, fuzzy feeling kind-of-person. You could bet this movie was/is something.
Advisory: This movie is one heck of a tear-jerker. Males with extreme masculine exteriors might want to watch this film ALONE. Last time I checked, tears didn't raise your macho bonus points.
Who knew a movie about a pregnant girl could be THIS good? Not to mention the amazingly, incredibly inspiring art concept for the opening credits. (And to think. I got compared to that. Wow.)
The script. The cinematography. The actors. The soundtrack- Juno reminded me why I love 'indie' films.Take that, Indie Jones.
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