I feel sorry for the people of Africa

The ones in tribes, and such. They'll never understand the simple sophistication or ingenious comedy in a film like Juno. While they're scurrying to catch hogs and fending off ultra-violent monkeys, they won't ever be communicated to, or grasp what us Americans in our civilized, industrialized society do: appreciate the plight of pregnant teenagers in flourishing suburban counties as projected through the writing of a former exotic dancer. It brings me to tears and conjures the utmost deepest sympathies and pities in my being to know anyone's deprived of the truest, finest, and most socially sophisticated art in the world.