Pilgrim's Progress: Another Spoiler-Free Mini Review

 I went into the sneak preview of Scott Pilgrim Vs. The World with a lot of baggage. While I did enjoy Bryan Lee O’Malley’s comic series, I’ve been feeling a bit burnt out on the whole phenomenon. It’s the kind of franchise that attracts a lot of hyper, obsessive fans who love it to an embarrassing degree, and its imminent arrival as a motion picture has also attracted a bunch of jaded newbies—the type who disdainfully throw the first volume on the counter at the store and ask me, with a dismissive sniff, “So is this movie gonna be any good?”. Somewhere between the two, I’ve tried to maintain an attitude of cautious optimism, mostly based on the involvement of Edgar Wright (Spaced, Shaun Of The Dead, Hot Fuzz). I’m happy to say, though, that Scott Pilgrim won me over pretty quickly with its fast pace, cool action, relentless comedy, winning cast, and inspired soundtrack.

 In case you’ve been living under a rock, here’s the plot: Toronto slacker Scott Pilgrim (Michael Cera) is a bass-playing slacker who’s sort-of dating a high school girl (I say sort-of because it’s less a romance and more a way of avoiding responsibility for Scott, as well as avoiding the possible heartbreak of a real relationship after his last one went sour). When he meets Ramona Flowers, the literal girl of his dreams (Mary Elizabeth Winstead), Scott is instantly smitten, but soon learns that to win her heart, he’ll have to defeat her seven evil exes. Lots of rock and roll, drama, heartbreak, and Nintendo-style battles ensue, punctuated with Wright’s signature pushing of multiple pop-culture buttons.

 While star Michael Cera isn’t really going to do a lot to reverse the ongoing backlash against his well-worn awkward goofball persona here, he fits the lead character well and acquits himself surprisingly during the movie’s many fight scenes. The supporting cast is filled with reliable comedy MVPs and actiony superguys playing against type. Kieran Culkin, as Scott’s roommate Wallace, has a lot of the film’s best lines, and Chris Evans and Brandon Routh subvert their filmic superhero personas to hilarious effect as two of Ramona’s evil exes (a third superhero actor shows up in a cameo appearance, leading to one of the movie’s best and funniest background gags, but I won’t spoil it here). The soundtrack is a lot of fun as well, featuring really catchy Sex Bob-omb (Scott’s fictional band) songs written by Beck, as well as Frank Black, T-Rex, The Rolling Stones, and Canadian faves Metric and Broken Social Scene (not to mention Plumtree, the Halifax band whose song gave Scott Pilgrim its title).

 None of this would work, however, without the sure hand of Edgar Wright guiding the ship. Scott Pilgrim is crammed with visual cleverness (after learning of the seven evil exes, Scott walks down a street framed by X’s on street signs) and bursting with cool video-game battles (when opponents are defeated, they usually dissolve into a pile of tokens). The many digital effects required for the various zero-gravity smackdowns, magically-conjured monster avatars, and flaming katanas are seamlessly blended into the live-action stunt work with funny and exciting results. Scott Pilgrim feels like no other movie before it, and it’s the kind of material that probably couldn’t have been brought to life in such an impressive and accessible way by any other director. Extra kudos to Wright and company for keeping the Canadian-ness of the books present throughout the movie—Honest Ed’s, Second Cup, and Lee’s Palace are all on display thoughout, and the coins dispensed by defeated opponents visibly include loonies and toonies. With its very specific pop-cultural touchstones, Scott Pilgrim Vs. The World is likely going to alienate a lot of older viewers, but for those of a certain generation, it’s likely to strike a very appealing chord.

The Unfunnies: The Rise of Shorty

Shorty is an odd character. Below you'll see his earliest incarnation (or at least the earliest that I've run into), a pocket-sized office boy. Later on he showed up as a sailor, a small-town teen and a salvage diver - basically he was around for as long as DC Comics was running allegedly-humorous strips in their magazines. No matter what happened, Shorty adapted to the times - it's possible, in fact, that I just figured out the secret origin of Oberon.

The weird thing about Shorty, at least in these early cartoons, is that he's funny, yet not funny. Here, read this:

See? Shorty is funny: he looks funny, he talks in an amusing manner ("Un-ungh! A century note!!"), he has a boos who is basically always acting in a slightly surreal way, he shoots little puffs of smoke out behind him while he walks... But when we get to the end, poof. No punchline, because of course Shorty is happy to have gotten a bunch of candy for free. I would, and I'm not a bizarre man/child/homunculus.

This one's from World's Finest Comics No. 25

The Noble Sandwich: Tool of Villainy?

I've recently had an insight: sandwiches are just like gorillas.

Uh, by which I mean that when I'm reading a comic book, seeing a character with a sandwich enhances the experience for me just as much as is I had seen that same character fighting a gorilla. Now, I don't know if this is a universal condition or if it's just me, so I'm going to try to gather some evidence and present my case. It may take some time. In the meanwhile, I'd like to give you a couple of situations to look at:

Case No. 1: The Ray Issue 14, The Ray bursts in on Vandal Savage.

Case No. 2: 52 Issue 46, Steel and Clark Kent burst in on Lex Luthor.

Now I ask you: could these panels have been any better, no matter what Savage/Luthor's response, without the presence of a gorilla? Maybe, but it would have been pretty rough going. The sandwich, my friends. The sandwich.

I realize that this is hardly conclusive proof, but every movement must start somewhere.

Big Day Downtown!

As a Halifax blogger-type person, I was recently asked to participate in the Big Day Downtown event, an initiative started by the Downtown Halifax Business Commission. Basically, a bunch of us bloggy types were given $100 to spend at various downtown businesses, writing about where we shopped and generally promoting downtown Halifax as a viable place to spend your hard-earned sheckels. As a lifelong Halifax citizen, this is an issue that always concerns me—as more and more businesses pop us in remote (well, to non-car-driving me, anyway) locations like Bayers Lake Industrial Park and Dartmouth Crossing, and as less and less businesses are able to survive in once-thriving areas like Barrington Street, the downtown area is straight up Tumbleweed City sometimes. But where there’s life, there’s hope, and I found that it’s pretty easy to find cool spots to quickly spend a hundred smackers of the city's cash. Civic pride aside, who am I to turn down free money? Armed with a promotional Visa card that looks like something that would appear on a flyer in the mail, seeing as how the name on the front of it is "Valued Cardholder"—I kind of expected alarm bells to go off the first time I used it—I went out into the wilds of Halifax between Lower Water Street and Brunswick Street and enjoyed me some unfettered capitalism.

 First up was a place that I never have a hard time spending money at—my place of employment, and this blog’s sponsor, Strange Adventures Comic Bookshop (5262 Sackville St.). This spot is generally agreed upon as one of the best comic shops on the planet, and with good reason; you can find a comic for pretty much anyone here, no matter their age or taste. Strange Adventures carries the widest and wisest selection of comic book goodness of every genre and style, from the most mainstream of superhero slugfests to the most heart-wrenchingly confessional alternative autobiographical comics. There’s also tons of other kinds of cool merchandise to be found as well, like toys, statues, board games and RPGs, and clothing. For instance, where else can you buy a t-shirt to show your love for the unlucky bounty hunter who stands at the figurative and literal flashpoint of the whole “Han Shoots First” controversy brought about by George Lucas’s endless tinkering with the Star Wars films?

 

Next came DeSerres Art Store, 1546 Barrington St. If you grew up in Halifax, chances are you still call this place Loomis Art Store on occasion (or Loomis & Toles, depending on your age), but no matter what you call it, it’s your number one stop for brush pens, charcoals, sketchbooks, oil paints, or even a new drafting table. They’ve even got a handy framing section if you’ve got some cool art you want to hang on your walls. It’s pretty easy to get lost in this joint, with its seemingly endless aisles of brushes and inkwells, but just keep your eyes peeled for the ever-vested DeSerres employees and they’ll be happy to help you out. For my part, I picked up a new mechanical pencil and some fine-tipped pens to continue working on my pals Sean Jordan and Kody Peters' webcomic Snakor's Pizza, as well as my own online comic series, Slam-a-rama (never let it be said that I’m not above a little free plug for myself and my friends).

 At this point, I was feeling a bit peckish, so I took my girlfriend (and, as it turns out, unofficial photographer) Hillary out to one of my favourite lunch spots—Cabin Coffee, located at 1554 Hollis Street. The rustic atmosphere perfectly compliments a tasty menu of soups and sandwiches, and I would be remiss if I didn’t mention their excellent Nanaimo bars, as well as, in Hillary’s words, their “good-ass carrot muffins”. I recommend the Cabin Club, which can be had with an accompanying soup (my favourite is the Mulligatawny, and not just because I love saying Mulligatawny), or a handful of potato chips on the side. Careful, they’re ruffled!

 

Afterwards, I poked into United Bookstore, which can be found on 1669 Barrington. In addition to used books, magazines, and DVDs, United is also a Ticketpro location, so you can score tickets to plenty of upcoming concerts and events there as well. United is one of those cool stores that is dialed into the whole remaindered book circuit, by which they redistribute, at a considerable discount, some great reads that have been returned unsold from some of the bigger book chains. To this end, I picked up a half-priced copy of Paul Gravett and Peter Stanbury’s insanely entertaining book Holy Sh*t!: The World’s Weirdest Comic Books, an indispensable tome that sheds light on freaked-out funnybooks like Godzilla Vs. Charles Barkley and Hansi, The Girl Who Loved The Swastika. I also grabbed a used hardcover of Stephen King’s Cell, which was at one point slated for a film adaptation by Eli Roth. Man, I hope that happens some day.

 

With less than twenty-five bucks left on my card, I decided to hit up Random Play, at 1587 Barrington Street. A veritable treasure trove of used CDs and DVDs, not to mention t-shirts, pins, and posters, Random Play is the kind of store that is dangerous to old-school dorks like me who still prefer owning music and movies as physical objects and not just as files on my computer. I wish I could say I bought something artful, or European, perhaps something from the Criterion Collection—Days of Heaven, maybe, or Fitzcarraldo—but alas, my weakness for lowbrow humour won out yet again.

 

And that was the end of my Big Day Downtown. I think I have about thirty-one cents or so left on the card, but I think I'll hang on to 'em for the memories. Thanks to the Downtown Halifax Business Commission for letting me in on this, to Hillary for taking pictures and joining me for lunch, and to Iain Deans for putting me on to this promotion. I hope that, in staying a minimum safe distance from both the casino and the liquor store, I justified your faith in me.