Scott Pilgrim Rocks the Universe

Walking into the theater to see Scott Pilgrim vs. the World, there were many reasons why I could be disappointed. I love the graphic novels the movie is adapted from, and most movie adaptations fall short (to put it nicely) of the source material. I loved Michael Cera in Arrested Development and I’ve liked him in the movies I’ve seen him in since, but he was starting to look like a one-note actor, playing the same character over and over. And I’d heard so many rave comments about Scott Pilgrim vs. the World, could it really live up to all the hype?

It really lived up to all the hype.

Every actor was perfect in his or her role, including Michael Cera, who didn’t play his usual stuttering, mumbling character, he played Scott Pilgrim–insecure, sarcastic, sweet, self-involved and more than a little clueless at times. The plot, which left out some scenes and plot lines that are in the much longer graphic novel series, flowed nicely. The dialogue was great, the special effects were brilliant, the music was perfect and there were several really wonderful touches that made the movie unique. It’s fun, it’s funny, it’s exciting and it’s moving.

I had a huge smile on face throughout the film. Walking out of the theater, I was not disappointed at all. Scott Pilgrim vs. the World is absolutely fantastic! I love it! LOVE! IT!

Scott Pilgrim vs. the World gets the high score.


Happy Birthday, Ray Bradbury

Dear Ray Bradbury,

I’m writing you this letter and posting it to my blog, even though I’m pretty positive you’ll never read it, because you’re a cranky old man who hates the internet. But on this, your 90th birthday, I have something to say to you, and this is my best forum for saying things that I want people to read, so…here goes.

I love you, Ray Bradbury.

Not only have you filled my life with beautifully written stories, you have (through your words–your stories, your essays, your poems) encouraged me to live my life with my heart on my sleeve, my passions and my dreams out front for all the world to see. Like Mr. Electrico did to you, you’ve shot me full of lightning and told me to “Live forever!”

I’ve done my best to do that. I’ve walked in dreams and nightmares, played with my toys and danced through life as much as I can. I’ve sometimes lost my way, but whenever I do, I just reread your stories, your essays, your poems. I stop walking with my eyes trained on my feet and start running again, my eyes gazing up at the stars. You laugh and whisper in my ears, reminding me to love life, to love people, to love the world. And most importantly, when I need it most, you remind me that I can do what I want to do.

You’ve touched my life, inspired me and driven me, in so many ways, at some many times in my life. You’ve been with me more than any other author. You’ve been my friend and my teacher. And we’ve never even met.

I don’t know that I’ll ever get the chance to tell you this to your face, but I want you and the world to know how much you mean to me. You’re a cranky son of a bitch, but dammit, I love you! I love you so much, Ray Bradbury. Thank you for being you and sharing yourself with all of us.

Happy Birthday, Ray Bradbury.

Your friend and fan,

Joshua M. Neff