Friday, September 23rd in Railyard Park
JUST ADDED: Pre-screening concert with singer/songwriter Kimya Dawson
Kimya concert begins at 6P on the Railyard Water Tower Plaza
>Listen to Kimya Dawson singing “Loose Lips”
followed by a couple of New Mexico Shorts and JUNO at 8:15 in Railyard Park
> Listen to Ellen Page & Michael Cera sing Anyone Else but You by Kimya Dawson
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When a teenage girl is faced with an unexpected pregnancy, she enlists the aid of her best friend in finding the unborn child a suitable home in this coming-of-age comedy drama from Thank You for Smoking director Jason Reitman. Juno (Ellen Page) may seem wise beyond her years, but after sleepin gwith her classmate Bleeker (Micheal Cera), the pregnant teen quickly realizes how little she really knows about life. Thankfully, Juno has been blessed with parents (J.K. Simmons and Allison Janney) who trust their daughter’s judgment, and a best friend named Leah (Olivia Thirby), who’s always willing to help out in a pinch. With a little help from Leah, Juno soon comes into contact with Mark (Jason Bateman) and Vanessa (Jennifer Garner) — an affluent suburban couple who have been unable to conceive a child of their own. Mark and Vanessa seem like they would make great parents, and are eager to adopt Juno’s unborn child. Now, as adolescent Juno is faced with a series of very adult decisions, she will draw on the support of her family and friends in order to discover who she truly is, and discover that one bad choice can have a lifetime of consequences. MPAA Rating:
PG-13 for mature thematic material, sexual content and language.
KIMYA DAWSON
Dawson’s music was featured in the movie Juno, in that her “sweetly melancholic asoustic-strummed tunes” helping define the character of a pregnant young teenager who decides to have her baby Dawson helped choose many of the songs for the Juno film, helping to set the film’s mood.
And there on the soundtrack … is Kimya Dawson, her primal, primitive odes to tire swings and vampires and roller coasters goosing us along, her wobbly voice and furtively chicken-scratched double-time guitar like a terrified little kid who just ditched the training wheels and is now somehow barreling down a mountain.
— Rob Harvilla, The Village Voice, 2008
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