directed by Edgar Wright
I have been reading a lot about how Scott Pilgrim vs. the World is a film without a country, or at the very least no country for old men (holy shit! I am so done with this blog if BC keeps up these terrible effing puns), but in the hands of satire genius Edgar Wright (Shaun of the Dead, Hot Fuzz), Bryan Lee O’Malley’s comic gets the treatment it so deserves. By treatment I mean a full on, pixilated mash up of action, energy and truly stellar music. Nigel Godrich cooks up some filthy guitar licks and candy coated action music that will blow your mind, if you’re into that kind of thing, and artists like Beck, Brendan Canning and Kevin Drew of Broken Social Scene kick in some jams that make you long for a new MC5 album. After the Universal logo gets the throwback 8 bit treatment, the film’s side scroller is off and running. Scott Pilgrim (Michael Cera) is in a boss band called Sex Bob-omb, and though he’s smitten with jailbait fangirl Knives, it all goes out the window when he catches a glimpse of his princess, Ramona. After a love connection is made, it’s on like Donkey Kong for Pilgrim, who has to shut down all 7 of her evil exes and rack up enough points to level up and be a man. The trailers are as accurate as possible, so don’t expect anything else from this razzle-dazzler of a hipster send up. The whole film is like a string of geeky references, metallic awesomeness and, thanks to cinematographer Bill Pope (The Matrix, Army of effing Darkness!), flashy battles that just work, like Google Chrome. As for the haters coming down on Cera for playing the same guy in every film, just calm the hell down. Jack Nicholson made his whole career about playing the same guy, and so far, so has Vince Vaughn. What about Sean Connery? My point is that personal opinion does not a valid case make, and Cera has still got the power to put a smile on my face. Mark Webber rocks, and Alison Pill just needs to be in everything, while more famous faces like Chris Evans (excellent) and Jason Schwartzman (deliciously smarmy) relish in the chance to play hell with their images. Shit, even Thomas Jane rules in a cameo that can only be described as surreal. Scott Pilgrim is just what I needed this summer, and it also gave me the motivation to dig my NES out of storage. Merci, Mr. Wright.