Scott Pilgrim Vs. The World – A Non-Spoilery Review
No witty subject line this time as my brain is currently fit to explode.
Tonight, I saw a preview screening of Scott Pilgrim Vs. The World.
I know, you wish you were me.
I am bursting with the need to talk all about the movie. I am desperate to OMGthatpartwiththe-YES!Iknowitwas-AHAHAHAHABloorandBathurst!–didyouseeOMFG-ASKDFJADVEGDA.
But that could be construed as the hyperbolic aftermath of an Awesome Movie Going Experience. Which, in part, it may well be. It’s enthusiasm and glee and unabashed, starry-eyed awe.
I want people to see this movie. I want to geek out with other people about this movie. But, I don’t want to contribute to the overhype that stops disaffected hipsters from seeing it.
Wait, no. Fuck the disaffected hipsters.
Scott Pilgrim Vs. The World is fresh. It’s exciting. It’s, dare I say it? Important.
It was unlike any film I’ve seen before; visually rich and metatextually dense, like a pop-culture pound cake. With sprinkles.
It was filmmaking taken to a new level; one where the CGI enhanced the text, rather than just made it prettier.
It was different from every movie I’ve seen because it was in a different language. But it wasn’t in French, or German, or Czech.
It was in Geek.
It was the ultimate ADD, 83-Firefox-tabs, fifteen-chats-going-at-once, can’t-stop-playing-til-I-reach-a-save-point, just-one-more-song-on-GuitarHero, check-out-this-band-on-YouTube, multitasking, geek addled, twitterpated experience.
It was different because it took everything we – as geeks, as nerds, as fans – are, and made it a part of the visual vernacular.
It was our movie, on our terms, in our language.
See it.
When it comes out.
Or, y’know. Whatever.