All this talk of how wonderful Ellen Page is has finally gotten to me. Who amongst you really thinks she is the cat's meow, much less the cat's pajamas? Do two movies, one a pedophilia fantasy (if ever there were such a thing), the other a quasi-hipster teenage pregnancy manifesto, really constitute a great career? Is she really that good, or is the writing holding her up by her tiny britches? I say nay, America (and Canada, too). Nay to tiny Canucks running rampant over the cinematical landscape, destroying all that lay in their way. Nay to Phucket, Thailand and nay to Dipster McDoodle on her Whopperized Telegrommet.
(Note: I don't actually believe a word that you just read - I just wanted to be among the first to hop onto the "bash Ellen Page" bandwagon. You know it's coming, and sooner than you think.)