I never thought
I’d see a film that climaxed in a digitized kung-fu battle
between Michael Cera and Jason Schwartzman. For that
matter I never thought I’d see a film that starred Michael
Cera as a kung-fu master who pulls swords from his chest and
battles a bevy of strapping lads and lasses for the love of
one Ramona Flowers (Mary Elizabeth Winstead). Nor, did
I ever think that a filmic adaptation of Bryan O’Malley’s
hit-hipster-Americanized-homage to the world of video games
and anime would ever grace the screen, or that I’d leave the
theater of such an adaptation with a huge shit-eating grin
plastered across my face. Yet, that all said, I never
thought that such a film would fall in the lap of one of the
true geniuses working in film right now, Edgar Wright.
Scott Pilgrim
(Michael Cera) is a self-obsessed, jobless mooch who plays
in a band (Sex Bob-omb) and breaks the hearts of ladies.
When said Scott Pilgrim falls heavily in love with American
ex-pat Ramona Flowers, he’s forced to face off with her
seven, mystically powered, evil exes in to-the-death street
fights rife with extra lives, 100-hit combos and all the
fixings of your favorite light 90s video game. At the
heart though, Wright, as he always seems to do, finds a
strong center that relies on his strong writing (Scott
Pilgrim is one of the funniest films of the year) but
also the aspiring love between Scott Pilgrim and Ramona
Flowers. Their early-20s romance is the foundation
amongst the wildness of the rest of the film, and the two
young actors hold it together well. Any one who
thought Cera was a poor choice for Pilgrim will be proven
wrong, as he brings a sort of curt, conceit that adds depth
and, thankfully, difference to his normal form of
awkwardness.
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