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Scott Pilgrim Lives in My World

I am a wannabe hipster. I've known this for weeks now, if not months. But it was confirmed today when I picked up Vol. 1 of the Scott Pilgrim comic book series. Or, as we sophisticated hipsters like to say, graphic novel series.

Despite my general dislike for anime characters with eyes the size of pies, the belief that comics are for kids (Persepolis is an exception), and the apathy of my generation (as personified in Scott Pilgrim's life), I got a little sucked in.

Here's the thing: Scott Pilgrim lives in my neighbourhood. He shops at the Goodwill store I bought dishes at. He walks past the Pizza Pizza I walk past. He visits my branch of the Toronto Public Library. He's in a believable space. My space.

So now I have high hopes* for this 23 year-old bass-playing, video-game-loving, unemployed comic book character. I hope that he goes for it, jumps the obstacles standing between his current reality and "true love," and that they live happily ever after...In Toronto.

Isn't that what we all want? A love story set in our very own backyard?

On August 13th, I will go see the movie starring Michael Cera:




*I have high hopes, but also low expectations. The only thing "realistic" about the story is the setting. Otherwise, it's about as inspiring as Archie & Betty were to the 1950's. Sometimes, I like pure drivel for entertainment, but I'm always loathe to admit it.

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  1. I love this.
    I've noticed bit by bit over the past couple of years I've been in Vancouver.
    My world (and by world I mean interests and habits, not necessarily mine specific, but my generation or social circles) has been colliding with yours.
    It started with phrases such as "woot" or various other video game references.
    Now with hearing you talk of reading Scott Pilgrim, and calling it a graphic novel, I know my big sister has grown up, so to speak.

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  2. you are saying i have GROWN UP because i'm reading comics!?

    ha. :)

    it's because you're the nerdy half of hipster, and i'm the cool half. combine our "worlds" and we're there... ;)

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  3. Ouch that's just mean . . . .

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  4. I think this film is going to be great, judging from the reaction from screenings at Comic Con. After Ryan Reynolds's recitation of The Green Lantern Oath, many sites are citing Scott Pilgrim as a top story from SDCC

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