Saw The Hour We Knew Nothing of Each Other at the National last night.  One hour, forty minutes, no interval, and no dialogue, not a word.  For the first few minutes, as random people crossed a stage set of a city square, I thought, "Oh, Christ..." but then you grow intrigued and then engrossed and then suddenly 100 minutes have passed and you haven't been bored once.  Fascinating.

At the other end of the spectrum, I saw Juno on Sunday, which is pretty much all dialogue, but WHAT dialogue.  Talk about a joy to listen to.  Funny and smart and loveable, which is a rare pleasure bordering on extinct at the movies.  Hyper-eloquent but believable, and with a compassionate take on every single character, even the ones who start out prickly.  I could have cried with gratitude.

And after Arrested Development, Superbad and now Juno, Michael Cera is officially the sublimest person on the planet.  Is there a fan club I can join?