The Magicians came into my life and ravished me this past week. Honestly, the show so much didn’t do it but the fictional characterizations and mental improvements I added when the show lacked is what captured me. As much as I enjoyed it as is, as something to distract me from beating myself up over not finishing my story or being stuck in a show that made me cry all the time, it got the job done while also making me think about something important. What’s a hero? Truly, what makes a hero, well, heroic?
Every single year that comes around, there’s this dying need for humans to make a list of things they’d usually reserve for a bucket list and then try ti achieve it in a year. I was that human. Join the gym, lose weight, eat healthier, travel more, read more, watch more movies. Except those are quite hard to do with such a flat description. I’ve struggled to figure out of goals and resolutions are one in the same and truthfully, I’m making them different. This year, there’s no list of bullet points of things I want to do, there’s an in-depth list of things that I am going to work on and hopefully soon say I’ve accomplished. So, what’re my goals this year?
What a long journey this adventure has been. I’ve never completely a yearly challenge let alone been proud of myself for doing so. It’s a bit obvious that I’ve been having a rough couple of weeks but there’s more to celebrate than just completing #Twenty2016, I’ve also been a blogger for a full year. So, what better way to celebrate a bloggiversary than with a comic review of a title I’ve been waiting the last five years to read: Scott Pilgrim vs. The World!
I can’t lie, I felt a little guilty with having comics carry me to my final goal over novels but I had to remind myself, constantly, that a book is a book and no matter what if I read it, it counts, dammit! Now, into the books! I scored the titles because I signed up for Comixology Unlimited and am also a Prime member and scored the title from their new program called Prime Reading. Truthfully, there aren’t many titles but these just so happen to be listed and I had to get them. Had to.
What’s it about?
Come on. It’s Scott Pilgrim. But for those who genuinely don’t know (not being condescending I swear) Scott Pilgrim is a 23 year old who lives with his gay friend Wallace in a one room apartment, if you can call it that, in Canada. Scott is in a band called the Sex Bob-ombs. Dating 17 year old Knives Chua, Scott meets Ramona Flowers who quite literally skates into his life, and dreams, and they begin dating. Plot twist: Scott has to fight her seven deadly exes in order to be with her. Another plot twist: he has no idea who they are until they appear.
I will say the thing all book readers say to movie lovers when a book they like has a movie: it’s nothing like the movie. Well, not true, it’s kinda like the movie but with a just a little bit more history. The movie misses the mark on making it known that Scott actually can fight, and by missing this chance to show that he wasn’t exactly a dweeb. In the comic Scott is actually, I don’t know, cool. He’s had four girlfriends and can cook and fight and is really funny. What else the movie missed to make seems is that Ramona actually likes Scott. The comic fantastically portrayed her interest in him as much as his in her.it felt a little weird to think back in the movie and see how in the beginning and a little throughout Ramona seemed standoffish to him.
The second volume brought me a bit more perspective on Knives, the young ex girlfriend of Scott. She didn’t just fade into the distance when Scott moved on, she stood her ground and fought too. There was random action that made the story a bit more silly but also enjoyable. Oddly, making more characters other than Scott fight made sense to me. It seemed a little weird that Scott and the exes would be the only ones randomly good at combat when it felt like a story where the band as a whole could have secretly been ass-kicking white ninjas(???) Either way, it was nice to have these ideas of characters and have them fleshed out a bit more, for then to be dynamic secondary characters rather than props to Scott’s story.
Into the more technical part of the review, the art is completely fantastic. It was a cartoon type that didn’t carry a super serious anime vibe but also made me feel like it wasn’t going to be some kind of childish sort of story. It was a story that felt aimed towards me, the nerd and gamer and anime watcher. It was a story that didn’t try to bring in a thousand other themes and elements and truly did its own thing. It’s a superhero story that doesn’t have a singular hero and everyone’s either chaotic evil or chaotic neutral in a sense. The story unfolds perfectly.
Do I recommend?
Of course. My review probably didn’t even make sense but it’s amazing. It’s not super tense, out to give readers anxiety from cliffhangers. It’s funny and calm, it’s a read for a shitty day. It’s a story meant to be laughed at and talked about versus being taken seriously and speculated over. It made me happy, and gave me this sense of nostalgia for the movies soundtrack. It made me miss being emo, coincidentally. Maybe that’s not a compliment to the book but it was damn good.
I want everyone to read it just to have a nice time. If you liked the movie, you’ll like filling in the blanks if what you didn’t know and seeing Ramona as likeable and not so robotic (though Mary Elizabeth Winstead is pure perfection, they made her a robot for that role and I detest it).
I don’t think I have any more apologies residing within me. This requires me to start from the top: I didn’t grow up knowing that my womanhood would always be resorted to my abundance of emotions. There were so many things in the world that were never my own doing but I felt responsible for. What was harder to deal with was that growing up I was always blamed for being so apologetic and sad because of my unstable emotional state. I would ask my grandmother how she would deal with these feelings of, say, rejection or not feeling good enough for saying something that inadvertently hurt someone’s feelings. Her answer was always the same, and still is as I’m older, which was, “Shit happens.”
Dear Ex Bestie (or whatever nickname we gave to one another at the time),
It would be rude of me not to ask about your life. Are you happy? Well fed? Is life coming together well for you and yours? How’s work? Is your love life plentiful?
I think it’s only right to break the ice, to say something that I have no shame in doing but sometimes too stubborn to say: I’m sorry. I am sorry for not being the bigger, better person by expressing my frustrations and disgust with your behavior. I’m sorry for not being able to face you and tell you all your wrong doings despite how right you thought you were.
I want to explain why I broke away from “us.” I want you to finally know after almost half a decade as to why I cut all ties. It’s because I had to. You were toxic and painful, manipulative and a bully. You hurt me, you belittled me, you defamed my character all for the sake of you. For you to be the shining star in the sea of “ugly fish.” You wanted to be desired by everyone and keep everyone to yourself for yourself. In return of the countless hours I spent soothing you, consoling you, and ultimately bonding with you, I was treated like shit. I felt like myself with you, I felt like I had found a true love in a best friend to be returned with insults about my shape, my weight, my tits, and even my feelings about your friends who showed interest in me. But how could they when I was no you. How could they care for a chick with ugly tits shaped like a fish in comparison to the almighty YOU.
This isn’t a grudge. This is me finally acknowledging that you never wanted a friend, you just wanted someone to make you look better. You wanted a fan. All you ever wanted was to hear you were amazing and great, beautiful and fantastic, creative and super funny when in actuality you’re miserable. You’re the embodiment of misery and the utter lack of ambitions.
You want to be praised. Constantly, from men, your friends, and even your family. You want to be the superstar of a small shitty town when I have always seen through you. You’re hurt and lonely, you’re desperate for something you’re too afraid to ask for. I wanted you to see that. I wanted you to understand that I knew how that felt and you didn’t have to be that person with me. I know the real you, I saw the true you and in the end I was belittled. Because you’re the Queen Bee making slaves out of friends, you made it known to the hive that I was nothing more than a sad lonely fat hag. And that’s who you truly are. That is who you will forever think you’ll be and I that’s why I cut all ties with you.
I’ve wanted nothing more than the best for you. I loved you truly and unconditionally, and that’s why I couldn’t let you take advantage of me anymore.
I deserved better from a friend, and I have that. I’ve always had that but I would never have that with you. I’m sorry. I’m sorry you still haven’t learned your lesson.