Before we begin, in the unlikely chance a pre-Gen X/Baby Boomer is reading this, a bit of advice: This movie, and truncated review, is not for you. The references in both the movie and text might be a bit too low-brow and beneath your scope. But hey, there’s always The Expendables!
That being said, now back to your regular programming.
Ever wished for a film that was part Japanese manga and part 8-bit Nintendo video game? Neither did we. That’s like cooking an omelet with Pocky Sticks and Pokemon. Each is great in their own right, but blended together? Not so much.
Luckily, Scott Pilgrim vs. the World, directed by Edgar Wright (Shaun of the Dead and Hot Fuzz), is able to blend both pop arts seamlessly, infusing a healthy dose of comedy and rock and roll, while delving headfirst into one of life’s biggest taboos.
When it comes to dating, successfully, things naturally start to turn a bit serious and a few things happen with this transition. Bases are rounded, respective friends are met, and conversations turn towards the past, at which the inevitable talk will happen. No, not the one involving the birds and the bees. That comes from your parents or the strange, grope-y uncle who reeks of cheap bourbon.
