Can you get much better than a Saturday night at Johnny Brenda's? Two dozen local brews on tap and one of the best concert venues in Philly, this time featuring some fresh-sounding indie sensations. I think not.
Can you get much better than a Saturday night at Johnny Brenda's? Two dozen local brews on tap and one of the best concert venues in Philly, this time featuring some fresh-sounding indie sensations. I think not.
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“Shit, I could write that,” said a woman at the Bridge on Monday, when told that Juno was about a teenage pregnancy. Thing is, dear reader, so could you. Not because you found yourself trying to buy a ticket for three to your junior prom, mind; but neither Juno nor this summer’s Knocked Up stray too far from the basic emotional territory set out in Nine Months, Father of the Bride Part II, and the other less-than-memorable pregnancy comedies of yesteryear. Juno starts out with a spiky, wiseass attitude—the eponymous heroine (Ellen Page) begins a call to the local pregnancy clinic with, “Hey, I’m looking for a hasty abortion”—before inevitably deciding to remind the audience of the miracle of life, which I am given to understand is pretty miraculous.