J and I screened “Scott Pilgrim vs. the World” last night, and both thoroughly enjoyed it. A very sweet film–not exactly against type for Michael Cera. It does reinforce social conventions relating to monogamy that I have a problem with (i.e. why couldn’t Scott be with both Knives Chau and Ramona Flowers?), but that’s a minor quibble–I don’t want to be too ideological about it.
What was most notable was a charming amateurishness; it felt like kids pretending to be superheroes, popstars, etc. This was particularly present in Brie Larson’s portrayal of “Envy” Adams, who had a certain make-believe atmosphere about her performance, despite the fact that she is, in fact, a professional musician! Edgar Wright’s other films, “Hot Fuzz” and “Shaun of the Dead”, have a similar feeling of playacting, magical realism, and ironic distance while maintaining a loving connection to genre conventions. And joy.