PLEASE PULL YOUR HEAD OUT YOUR ASS.

Rating: Null/10 (10 March 2018)

I hate this film. I love the books, I love the director, but I hate the film.
The style of the books was used to express Scott Pilgrim's quote unquote "Precious Little Life." All the video game references, surreal yet intimate imagery and sometimes fluctuating pace were all extensions of the character Scott. He was kinda awkward, kinda funny, kinda nerdy, kinda sweet, and kinda asocial yet kinda social. (The books are inspired by the song Scott Pilgrim by Plumtree, which is a pretty nice and sweet song).
The book's style is as "precious" as Scott Pilgrim himself. So it pisses me off to see the film butcher it entirely.
The film's style is SELF-INDULGENT. It does things that aren't even neccessary and tell us nothing about the characters, like having comic book style onomatopoeia spring on the screen when a sound effect plays. WHY? It's like a hipster grabbing you by the ears and screaming in your face "I'm really clever and funny!"
The characters in this film are DEAD. I do not like Michael Cera as Scott Pilgrim. Such a rich character is reduced to a basic pale-faced pathetic little weeb as one-dimensional as the line "hey Wallace." Scott was pathetic in the books, but he had potential. This was what the whole series was rooted around: potential.
All characters in this film are dull. Not one stands out as entertaining. Well, I guess the actress playing Stills' bitchy girlfriend is convincingly bitchy.
The depression Scott goes through towards the end of the saga - from it's heart-wrenching introduction at the end of the fivth book, to it's equally emotional conclusion halfway through the second - is reduced to another forced "problem" for a processed third act that needs to be "resolved".
The books were, above all, real. The crazy style was spun from its REAL heart. The film just wants to show off.