The first time I watched this film, I was in love with it. Part of that is my weakness for Ellen Page: In my eyes, she can do no wrong. Well, rather, she COULD HAVE DONE no wrong before making this film. Then I watched it again, and my opinion went south. This film is offensively indie. It is obnoxiously quirky, as if the director felt the need to remind the audience with every other line that THIS IS AN INDEPENDENT FILM. Ellen Page's dialogue sounds as if it was written by Hollywood's idea of a 40-year-old mother trying to bond with her child through the use of outdated or irrelevant slang. Michael Cera plays --- surprise --- a socially awkward/inept teenager. Way to escape typecasting!