Any film that namechecks Herschell Gordon Lewis and Dario Argento can’t be all that bad can it? In the case of last year’s buzzed-to-the-skies, little-film-that-could Juno, I kinda wished the names were mentioned in a better feature. Juno is occasionally enjoyable, but its twee-indie affectations - from the animated opening credits to the folky soundtrack - make the film feel like 2007’s answer to the insufferable Little Miss Sunshine. As Juno MacGuff, the quick-witted 16-year-old girl knocked up by her best Paul Bleeker (Michael Cera), Ellen Page proves more convincing and impressive than her last role playing a young peda-slayer in Hard Candy, even though Juno’s not altogether likeable and generally makes me want to clobber her. A huge part of the film’s problem lies with the script by stripper-turned-writer Diablo Cody, whose dialogue often over-reaches in attempting to sound pop-savvy-smart and snarky. One-liners come across as forced and smug, like The O.C. at its cringiest. There are some nice performances in the supporting cast: Cera, though by no means stretching from Arrested Development’s George Michael, remains an immensely likeably on-screen presence, while Jennifer Garner is elegant and understated as the yuppie wife who’s adopting Juno’s baby with Jason Bateman.