Weekend Movies: Five Reasons to Watch Scott Pilgrim vs. The World
I always wonder why Scott Pilgrim vs. The World didn’t do better than it did. I love this movie. Is it perfect? No. But love is not reserved for things that are perfect. You love things because of the imperfections, or because they just strike such a chord with you that you don’t care about the imperfections. Pilgrim is one of those films that I love. Here are five reasons to watch it this weekend.
|This really should have done better at the box office.|
Specifically, the Universal logo. If you are a child of the 80s, you will totally love this intro. It will make your inner child clap with glee. It’s reason alone to watch this. Trust me.
Some of the characters are dicks, plain and simple. However, they’re amusing dicks, and that makes them lovable. Between the drummer Kim (Allison Pill, who I hope has a really long career) and gay roommate/incurable gossip Wallace (Kieran Culkin, who is absolute perfection in this), the snark is strong with this one. Throw in Brandon Routh’s vegan Todd (side note: why the hell isn’t Routh doing more comedy? He’s insanely good at deadpan humor.) and realizing that the voice of Tinkerbell (A.K.A. Mae Whitman) dated Ramona Flowers, and the entire ride is hysterical. The cast was well-chosen. Yes, I even include Michael Cera, who many people deeply dislike. Scott’s not entirely likable, but that works in Cera’s favor. Okay, one more: Jason Schwartzman. Damn do I love it when he plays a smarmy smartass.
Half the fun is picking out which specific game the sounds come from (for me, it’s the Zelda and Sonic sounds). The other half of the fun would be the video game-style fights. Everyone heals quickly and throws each other ridiculous distances. I’m not even touching Ramona’s purse (you’ll know when you see it). I freaking love it. I mean, come on, in what world could Michael Cera be able to take on Chris Evans? In this world. And it’s beautiful.
|If only this could happen in my life.|
The movie starts off with garage band Sex Bob-Omb (love the name) playing a song called “Launchpad McQuack.” Points if you get it; I’ll even forgive you if you Google it. Aside from the puns and gags of the band names and song titles, there’s a whole lot of amazing, dirty bass line through the film, which tickles me in all the right places. Let’s not forget the fact that the film manages to marry Frank Black with T. Rex in its soundtrack. I mean, come on, how can you not fucking love T. Rex?!
Look for the little pop ups throughout the film explaining random facts of the Pilgrim universe. I won’t spoil anything.
|Get a life, Scott.|