(Like many Netflix customers, I too can get quite lax with the timely watching and returning of my movies, which of course defeats the entire purpose of having a flat-rate rental plan in the first place. To combat that, I am now writing standardized mini-reviews of each and every movie I end up watching through Netflix, both instantly and on DVD. Don't forget, all previous 'Justify My Netflix' reviews can be found on CCLaP's main movie page.)
Why I added it to my queue: Because this is the latest by Edgar Wright, half of the British comedy duo who brought us Spaced, Hot Fuzz and Shaun of the Dead, this newest production based on a legendary underground comic with fans so passionate as to be almost a violent cult. Do I need any other reasons?
The reality: Oh! Em! Gee! I gotta say, this was one of the most delightful movie-going experiences I've had in my entire life, and if I was eighteen years old right now it'd instantly become one of those films that would have a deep and lasting impact on my life (that film instead for me being Blue Velvet, since that was the intensely bizarre movie that was out when I in particular was eighteen). After all, the storyline could almost be ripped from the exact same type of stuff that my friends and I were all writing in our own twenties, slacker-relationship material with a gonzo, funny twist -- in this case, that the world this film inhabits is a bizarre combination of real life, anime and console videogames, in which our hapless, hard-to-love hero has to not only metaphorically but literally physically defeat the seven evil exes of his new love interest, the inventive action scenes so seamlessly added to the whipsmart dialogue and situations that it almost seems like the way the world really should work out in real life. Dripping like a baked ham with scads of instantly quotable lines*, and so Toronto-college-dropout specific that it will ironically appeal literally to everyone, this endlessly clever dating dramedy produced the kind of ebullient joy in me that's nearly impossible for a film to do anymore, here in my jaded middle-age; and if this doesn't become one of the biggest DVD cult hits of the next decade, I'll eat my freaking hat. I love you, Sex Bob-omb!
Strangest piece of trivia: Beck wrote all the garage-rock songs played by the main character's band.
Worth your time? Without a doubt
*"I was bi-curious." "Well, I'm BI-FURIOUS!"