Forget life as an American musical; life as a Japanese video game, that’s the ticket. When it comes to the contest of love, there’s none of that feel-good wielding of umbrellas, and singing and splashing in puddles business then. Instead it’s seriously impressive swords and heavy-duty bass guitars at ten paces, racking up points as you go.Some things, however, never change. If you claim that a movie is a comedy, then the dialogue by definition must be humorous. And when it comes to romance, it doesn’t matter whether you’re a Boomer, a Gen X, Y or Delta, the plot is set in stone. Long ago, at some writers meeting in a post-Jurassic cave, dramatists decreed that a traditional love story must abide by the following structure: boy meets girl, boy and girl fall in love, boy and girl face obstacles and/or misunderstandings, boy and girl have a falling out, boy and girl overcome obstacles and/or misunderstandings, boy and girl get back together, true love triumphs. There’s usually some kissing involved.
Scott Pilgrim vs the World obeys the classic rules while remaining a steadfastly modern movie. Goodness knows what granny would make of it all. Since it's a rom-com, our lovers, Scott and Ramona, are naturally sweet and witty, thought definitely not virginal, and throughout their trials, a Greek chorus of sharp-eyed, wise-cracking, fast-living friends and family members pass comments to counter excessive soppiness. Many droll observations about our incredibly interconnected lives are made without belabouring the point, and the movie pokes much fun, as does all good comedy, at People-Who-Take-Themselves-Too-Seriously. There is kissing. And more.
I saw this movie yesterday, and I’m still sniggering at the Righteous Vegan jokes.
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