Aw, Michael Cera beat people up in this movie! How cute.
Really, though. He did kick some ass, but mostly it was just adorable, which as far as ass-kicking goes, isn’t always the intention. I enjoyed this movie, for its fun comic-book affectations and weird special effects and attractive twentysomething-indie cast, but I wouldn’t necessarily spiral into a graphic novel phase now that I’ve seen it. It’s just not my style.
I do admire Cera for legitimately (and finally, geez) trying to go against his type, although the titular Scott Pilgrim is still a bumbling, ironic tee-shirt-wearing, snarky, baby-faced musician. (Whatever earns those paychecks.) Scott Pilgrim is also, however, a heartbreaker, which isn’t the case with George Michael, Nick, Evan, Paulie Bleeker, and the other floppy-haired nerds in his canon. He leaves two hotties, Knives Chau (Ellen Wong) and Envy Adams (Brie Larson), in the lurch, and they’re both way hotter than he is. He’s in a band called Sex Bob-omb, and they’re actually pretty good. He shares an apartment (and everything else) with a gay roommate. He’s a confident guy, to say the least. I just hope Cera continues on this upward trajectory. Maybe he’ll even play the Green Hornet in the third or fourth sequel that will inevitably come out in the next five years.
The real joy of this movie was the full cast, which included a Culkin brother as Scott’s gay roommate, the incorrigible Mae Whitman (Ann Veal!) as Ramona’s only female ex, Jason Schwartzman as oldest and newest ex, Anna Kendrick as Scott’s sister, Mary Elizabeth Winstead as Ramona herself, and Aubrey Plaza as… well, I’m still not sure who she was supposed to be. It was like an all-star game indie movie and ironic-humor darlings, and seeing them all wearing weird costumes and enhanced by cartoonish onomatopoeia was good clean fun.
One last thing, though. What’s so special about Ramona, anyway?