Director: Edgar Wright Release Date: 25/08/10 Link: IMDB I should mention, before beginning my review of one of the most hotly anticipated films of the year, that I've not actually read any of the Scott Pilgrim comics. I'm not against the medium, by any means: I'm an avid Sandman fan, and consider myself pretty well versed on Warren Ellis, Alan Moore and Frank Miller, but Scott Pilgrim is just one of the many that passed me by. What I am, however, is a dyed in the wool purist: you know the type. One of those terribly annoying people who rail at you about how Lord Of The Rings was nothing without Tom Bombadil (and don't even get me started on leaving the alien out of Watchmen). Because of this, when I first heard about the film I made a conscious decision not to start on the series until I'd seen it, to maximize my enjoyment of both mediums. So, there you have it: I'm reviewing Scott Pilgrim having not had any interaction with the books that spawned it. If you want to hate me for that, go ahead - I hate myself a little. But make sure you do it in the comments section so I can read what the die-hards think of Edgar Wright’s tribute (I'm serious here, I'd love to get a readers point of view). Anyway: the film. I was intending on writing a long, intelligent, carefully thought out review (well, there was no alcohol involved, and a girl can dream) but all I was capable of uttering as the end credits rolled was "fuuuuuuuuuck". Nevertheless, I will do my best. From the moment the pixellated Universal logo hit the screen with a nintendo-esque version of the fanfare, I was hooked. And I remained hooked until the house lights came up. I can quite honestly say I can't remember the last time I had so much fun at the cinema. The comic book style enhancements were used to great effect, providing gentle accents to the footage without ever seeming overdone. It was during the fight scenes, however, that they really came into their own, taking the film into the realms of Scott’s imagination in a way which stopped them from becoming overblown or ridiculous - and believe me, when you have a vegan with super powers performing the equivalent of ‘Duelling Banjos’ on a bass guitar, that's quite an achievement. Edgar Wright has paid true homage to the comics with this film, using animated footage for Ramona’s flashbacks, and I would be willing to bet that many of the excellent one-liners were lifted straight from Bryan Lee O'Malley’s head. The cinematography is fantastic. The scripting is fantastic. The casting is fantastic (I'm sure there are people here who will beat me over the head with the observation that this is just another role in which Michael Cera plays himself. But hey, if the shoe fits...) but what really makes the film is the pervading sense of glee throughout, which lets you know this truly is a labour of love. I could go on, but I'd really just be repeating myself: there are only so many superlatives that come to mind at 11 o'clock on a Wednesday night. All that really needs saying is that I left the cinema wanting to go straight back in and see it again. I'm still grinning. Edgar Wright, I fucking love you. Photobucket