Juno's just too creepy

There's a moment in Juno which rings my alarm bells. Our pregnant teen heroine is sitting in the abortion clinic when she is casually handed a fruit-flavoured condom.

Appalled by such a lapse of taste, she rushes out announcing that she's going to have the baby and will put it up for adoption.

The A-word is never mentioned again. No wonder pro-lifers have cheered Juno. It's been compared to the awful, reactionary Knocked Up. Juno is a far more intelligent film - but it is creepy.

Where I lose patience is with the adoring portrait it draws of the child-woman. Let's call it the Amélie factor.

The camera may linger over Juno in the opening scenes of the film as she discards her underwear - and even hint at an X-rated affair - but it can never let her do anything as risky as have a termination.

The child-woman in cinema bears little resemblance to real life. She's cute, adorable, so pert it hurts. And crucially she never does anything grubby.

That perfect body can never be sullied. Think of Audrey Hepburn in Breakfast at Tiffany's (in fact Holly was a hooker in the original Truman Capote story) or Winona Ryder in Girl Interrupted, pretending to be bipolar-in a series of designer frocks. Or Audrey Tautou in anything.

In fact, in her new film Priceless (out later this year) Tautou actually plays a golddiggerwho sleeps her way around the Med.

But - surprise, surprise - she's so funny and adorable and wears such great couture clothes, no one could possibly be offended.

Juno has notched up four Oscar nominations and taken more than £100 million at the box office. It's put Ellen Page (a fantastic 20-year-old actress playing 16) on the map.