Movie in the middle of the afternoon

You see that right there? No, not the $5.75 price (though, that is cool...). That is the ticket stub to the absolute last movie with big crawly things and damsels in distress that I am attending without a hand to grab onto during the icky parts. I've been very good for a while, but... well, I finally realized that I look really silly covering my eyes or sitting on my hands while all alone in a theater. So, yeah. That was the last time for that.

Does it kind of strike anyone else as strange that there were fewer creepy crawlys in a movie called Junebug than in a movie not named after an insect? No? Oh well.