In which you get to discover what happened to Juno (and her mom). Meanwhile, her father, Terence Fletcher, became a professor in an élite NY music conservatory and began throwing chairs at students. For their own good.
I watched this over the weekend and completely forgot about it. That pretty much sums up my review. The movie thinks that it's characters are so much more real than they are. This film is one step away from Lifetime Movie of the Week, grasping for profundity by using Waking Life's drifting away from earth moment and depending on it for all it's thematic weight. I was looking forward to it since Sundance. Yawn.