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This one is going to be short.

I was out an establishment watching, or at least amusing myself with, the superbowl and its shower of superlative TV spots.  Somehow, by the divine power of alcohol, someone started bragging about "Juno" being the best movie of the year, and one of the greatest movies ever.

I frowned, shook my head and cried out, "What?!"

I looked over at a colleague of mine, to see if I was just hearing things.  He made a face.  

He must have heard it too.

I looked over at the clan, or should I say group of of morbidly misinformed TMZ watchers, and (even though I was butting in on the conversation) said, "Don't even get me started on that whole craze of "Juno"; it's by now grossly overrated--I still admire its cute approach to essentially serious material.  Yet it's nothing special or is nowhere of being an exceptional piece of the cinema."

"Well, what's a great movie?" one of the voices bellowed.

"Try "Stroszek" Directed Werner Herzog," I quipped.  

"What?  What is that from like the 80s...(laughter)..?" more of the group taunted.

I stood there motionless.  It's actually from 1976, I thought.  Is this the world we live in now?  More people know what "Hannah Montana: The Best of Both Worlds in 3-D" is, but not what quintessential art is?

Woe is me.

And for those of you reading this sheerly for the fact of recognizing the still shot up above, well then my hat's off to you.  May you spread your seed.

And shit, it's not that short now.