Twice In One Day

So I saw Scott Pilgrim twice in one day. I don't think I've ever done *anything* fun twice in one day, except maybe complain and feel sorry for myself. So, ACHIEVEMENT!

I don't feel compelled to add my praise to the film, other to say that it fit right inside my soul like a lost puzzle piece. It clicked with the reassuring finality of something I didn't know I was missing. I saw it first at the Rainbow Cinemas with the L.A. Mood screening, alongside those two strangers I do internet radio with, then headed out into the refined wilds of Masonville to see the 4:00 show at Silver City. Staggering out of the film, I then zombie like went to buy the soundtrack.

As I stumbled into HMV, a young woman at the counter with bright gold eyeshadow saw the CD I was about to purchase.

"Have you seen the movie?" she asked.

"Twice today," I said.

"Oh. Is it that good?"

I think I must have been thinking of something in 8-bit, so I just mumbled some sort of mumbly affirmation.

"Have you seen it?" I asked.

"No, but I want to. I love the comics. I love that he's from London."

She then gave me the sort of look 25 year old women give men in their late forties who also read the same comics they do--part sadness, part fear, part dismissal--and went back to being young.

So to home, my head ringing with the film the way my ears did post-Slayer. As Ninja giggled over the film, I tried to purge my uppper consciousness with a little cheerful Lovecraft, mixing the joy of overwrought prose and the liberal use of words like 'eldrtich' and 'lurking horror' to the pop culture morass in my head.



Not surprisingly, I had nightmares about schools, where I wandered empty hallways wearing mirror shades.

This morning, I woke with a realization: that someone, somewhere is undoubtedly writing SCOTT PILGRIM VS. CTHULU. If not, they damn well should be.