This one hit me in the face in a film. A film that was made for me, and only me.
Scott Pilgrim vs. The World.
It features all the coolest things from my childhood.
Like video games. And imagining massive sword fights where my defeated enemies fell to the ground. And trips to Toronto's Casa Loma to watch the filming of a show. And fighting over Chinese girlfriends (which didn't happen for me), dating blonde rock chicks (which didn't happen for me), and then fighting off her new vegan boyfriend (which didn't hapen for me). And sleeping in my gay room-mates bed because I can't actually afford one of my own (which didn't happen for me).
But lets talk about the characters rather than about the life that I wish I had (seriously, sword fights all around me...).
Particularly that gay room-mate.
Friends, meet Wallace Wells.
And, friends, let me tell you why I should hate him.
"Look, I didn't write the gay handbook. If you got a problem with it, take it up with Liberace's ghost." (he says this in the film).
But I can't. I can't hate him. Because he was hilarious. His floozy, sleep-around, drunken and live-for-the-moment character; his I'm-the-cool-room-mate that you sleep with; his way of pushing Scott out of the bed near the end of film so that he can use it for sex (for a week). I should hate him. WE should hate him for showing a side of the gay life that isn't completely true, but is so clearly an introduction to gay life that young people who want to have daily sword fights and battles with ex-boyfriends (and girlfriends) will see.
But I can't. Instead I laughed. I hope you did too.
"Okay, presumeably, you may have just seen a dude's junk, and I'm very sorry for that... so is he."
