oh, michael cera

Watched Youth in Revolt last night. Tumbleweedlike thoughts:

• What will happen when M-Cer ages? His whole endearingly cute thing would be a little creepy on a grown man. Maybe he can do a Colin Firth kind of aging, where you’re quiet and hot?
• His lusty French alter ego wasn’t nearly bad enough. He should’ve been deliciously evil, a chance for M-Cer to prove that he has more than one mode. Sadly, not so.
• Portia Doubleday being cast as his love interest gives porthole-like insight into the naming convention for ingenues. Take one part Shakespearean heroine and add the name of a book publisher. Future starlet = Viola Randomhouse.
• Portia Doubleday’s character (Sheeni Whatever) was insufferably pretentious. Someone needs to tell her SHE isn’t Michael Cera; HE is; so leave the monotonous delivery, zero emotion, and quirkiness to him. Why his character would like the stuck-up, bland banana peel that was her is unfathomable. Also PARIS? Really? You’re 16 and you want to move to France. Do you also like Belle & Sebastian and wearing cardigans? Congrats, your writer had the imagination of a pencil eraser.

Um for all my whining, I’m EXTREEEMely looking forward to Scott Pilgrim vs. the World, not least because the love interest seems more interesting (read: has hair more similar to mine).

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