#135. Scott Pilgrim vs. the World (2010)


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#135. Scott Pilgrim vs. the World (2010)


Every once in a while I have a desire to watch something I know is shitty, but will be satisfying on a superficial level. For a long time I didn't realize that I wasn't really getting anything out of these films and they encompassed about 50% of my viewing time. I've probably seen just about every crappy, mainstream romantic comedy released between 1998 and 2008; and though I'm not ashamed, I'm certainly not going to claim any present day satisfaction from those escapades. I'm trying to recall which film it was that made me realize that these were mostly a waste of my time, but it was sometime between He's Just Not That Into You, Valentine's Day and All About Steve that I started to opt out of just about every new romcom that showed up in theatres. That being said, I was feeling pretty persuadable one day and the younger sister of a good friend suggested that we watch not only Step Up, but its sequel Step Up 2: The Streets. For a few minutes while attempting to remember the films., it was actually pretty difficult to separate the two in my memory and I found myself mingling the stories in my head. Mixing up one dance sequence with characters from the other film, giving Channing Tatum Briana Evigan's booty, and mixing up their various hoodie/sweatpant combinations. Really, it says something about the films that I can write about them both without having to specify any differences. One's about a boy, one's about a girl. They both end up at the same school, they both succeed, they both fall in love.
I wouldn't exactly call these two gems romantic comedies, or gems for that matter, but they follow Hollywood's generic mode of mainstream romance films, specially those for teens. They're intended to be inspirational, sending the message that even those growing up in less wealthy situations can achieve greatness. The problem being that they don't really have to work for it. Sure, they practice dancing, but both Tatum and Evigan already have the talent when their stories commence, they just need a bit of tweaking before setting out onto the world stage. I'm guessing it's really not that easy in the real world. But then, the moral of these stories aren't really about working hard and making it, the films are a money making machine that just want you to think that you can do anything you set your mind to for a couple weeks. Not to mention that you'll fall in love in the process: that's just a wee bonus of being in a Hollywood film.
When I think back on my teenage years and my love of Save the Last Dance I'll admit I probably would have loved these films. Perhaps I'm just getting too cynical or maybe I'm more analytical, but I just can't fall for them anymore.
This image, this face, was on a lone billboard for years with the tagline "Can you really trust anyone?" Audiences were not disappointed.
Billy Wilder's oscar-winning comedy about a man who lends his bachelor pad out to lovers at the expense of his own lovelife. Jack Lemmon is C. C. Baxter, the overly helpful nice-guy and American everyman trying to earn his share of the big dream. He works in a big building at a desk in a huge room of other desks and other people working, hardly paying attention to each other. Day in, day out. But then he falls in love with Shirley MacLaine, which I would have done too.
I had to find a movie that I wanted to watch, that I hadn't seen before, and that my mom would enjoy. So I came up with Definitely, Maybe. It's pretty standard for a romantic comedy, every moment is pretty predictable and the story has a nice tidy ending. Abigail Breslin adds a touch of interest in this movie by taking the story out of the simple "boy meets girl" premise. She plays Ryan Reynolds' daughter, curious about the way he met her mother and unhappy because they're about to get divorced. Reynolds cooks up the idea to tell her the story of all three relationships he's had in his life, giving each woman a new name and making Breslin guess who her mother is. It's an interesting idea, and the one that gave me the vaguest desire to see the film. Rachel Weisz and Isla Fisher are far more charismatic than Elizabeth Banks, and provide most of the more amusing parts of the film. Overall it's nothing special, the acting is fine, the story is fine - it's a nice movie to watch if you're in the right mood.
Don't confuse this with the television series. They might both be about food, but Catherine Zeta Jones is nothing like Anthony Bourdain. For one, I doubt she can cook; her zeal in the kitchen rests in wiping the outside of plates and carefully dotting them with sauce.
What started off as a moderately promising story, with its moments of humour and fun turned out to be disappointing both as a romantic comedy and a British period film. Though the costumes were often beautiful and the set exquisitely put together, this didn't make up for the lack of real depth in the film. What could have been a heart-wrenching past during the war for Colin Firth's character, was only lightly touched on and never once did his character think it necessary to explain his increasing detached emtions to his wife (Kristin Scott Thomas). Apart from this substory, Jessica Biel is charming as daughter-in-law Larita Whittaker, and her husband John (Ben Barnes) is boyishly cute, but it's not enough to hold the film together. It doesn't even really work as a conventional "romcom" either, which sort of shuns away a potentially large audience. The film just seems to lack something spectacular, it has potential, but the subplots aren't strong enough and the main dispute between Jessica Biel and her mother in law (Thomas) was too stubborn and dwelled on too much.
Well, this is exciting - the first film I've watched in 2010 that was actually released in 2010; also, I didn't strive to watch two Amy Adams films in one day, it just sort of happened. Apart from this, I must say this film is incredibly... average? Like most romantic comedies, you pretty much know how it'll end from the beginning, and the beginning is often the best part because that's the only way it differs from every other member of its genre. Besides this critique, it was a cute film, Amy Adams is a bit annoying for the first half of the film, but she's cured when she falls for the Irish guy (who's actually played by Brit Matthew Goode - apparently they couldn't find a suitable Irishman to play the role...?). It reminds me a lot of what appears to be a subgenre of the romantic comedy: the "American/city girl/guy goes to rural Ireland/Scotland/England and falls in love with local and realizes they don't need the big city/technology to be happy" genre. Yep! I'm telling you, it's huge! Think The Baker or The Matchmaker, in fact, Irish rom-coms of this sort have actually been termed Loveblarneys.
Now this is a romantic comedy I can get behind! Good music, great casting, and humour broad enough for a wider audience, but specific enough to be appreciated on a more personal level. When the film opened with Geoffrey Rush driving down a sunny street lined with palm trees and singing Simon and Garfunkel's The Boxer, it was love at first sight. I always love George Clooney's wry tone and handsome visage, not to mention the beautiful and sarcastic Catherine Zeta-Jones, and here their chemistry adds a nice touch to the Coen's "romantic comedy with bite," as the tagline puts it. If you're in the mood for something light but still well-crafted, check this one out.
