I loved Scott Pilgrim vs. the World.
The film is extended adolescent fantasy about a nerdy kid who (a) plays bass guitar in a rock band, (b) is a kung fu master and fearsome swordsman, (c) has super powers, and (d) leaves behind a trail of the broken hearts of improbably attractive young women. So, y’know, hey, what’s not to love?
Sure, you and I both know that the movies are full of tales of nerdy kids who save the day and win the girl (I have a theory that screenwriters, generally speaking, are a pretty nerdy bunch. You’re not going to find a whole lot of movies about how the cool kids finally got those damn nerds to quit blowing the curve on the mid-terms.). The thing that sells Scott Pilgrim, that makes it leap off the screen, is its exuberant storytelling and its ear for music. Oh, and it’s really, really funny.
How does Scott Pilgrim qualify as “exuberant?” Through love of storytelling itself, through an embrace of fantasy, through a willingness to use every bit of the frame to communicate with the audience, and through a spot-on ability to mine nerd culture (or, more specifically, the unique nerd culture of the psyche of Scott Pilgrim) for everything from easy sight gags to major plot points. When Scott defeats a foe, the antagonist bursts into a rain of coins like a Lego Star Wars storm trooper. When he has an emotional breakthrough, bonus points flash above his head. And when Scott rocks the bass, he goes from shy kid stumbling through a few simple acoustic chords to musical dynamo, conjuring warrior-avatars to rival anything in Guitar Hero’s Star Power mode. Scott amplifies everything about his world, making it funnier, scarier, deeper, better. And the film goes right there with him, reveling in its acoustic bubbles and do-overs and classically nerdy fascinations. It doesn’t draw lines between reality and fantasy because, as Scott experiences the world, those lines don’t exist. This makes for a visual feast, allowing us to revel in absurdities like The Underground Lair, “Ninja Ninja Revolution,” and an Evil Scott who surprises and delights the observant, even if he doesn’t rock the goatee.
{Holy smokes. I think I’m talking myself into asserting that Scott Pilgrim vs. the World is a better movie about the power and majesty of Dream than Inception. Perhaps that’s a conversation for another day (But there’s certainly an argument to be had about when or if Scott enters the dream state. I need to see this film again).}
As much as Scott Pilgrim loves storytelling, it loves music. Music supplies its beating heart, its adrenaline, its sense of belonging to that select group of people who understand, who get the zeitgeist. When I was Scott’s age, that music came from The Dead Kennedies and X and Social Distortion and Oingo Boingo and Two Fettered Apes. Today, it’s The Hold Steady, Ekko Galaxie and the Rings of Saturn, Gaslight Anthem, and Adam WarRock. But the idea is the same, that there’s a whole culture happening that’s more than a subculture – a superculture, better than the pap everyone else is getting and more happening, more fun, just plain better in every way. To be Scott’s age and in love with such a culture is a wonderful thing, and Scott Pilgrim vs. the World gets it, relays it, sells it.
This movie is just plain fun, an exciting and satisfying homage to adolescence (for though the film stipulates Scott’s age as 22, he’s clearly an adolescent) and nerd culture. More interestingly, the film’s an homage to the power of fantasy, to dream and aspiration and desire and all the things that brew inside the head and heart of a young man on the verge of breaking out of himself and mustering the power needed to make one’s mark in the world. This is the best movie I’ve seen since Un Prophet, it’s certain to make my year-end roundup, and you need to see it on the big screen. Soon. Like, now.
Get out of here. I mean it. Go to the movies. You’ll thank me later.
