While driving to Philadelphia last night I tweeted the following: “No matter what else happens, 2010 will always be the year that saw the demise of Michael Cera. No, they can’t take that away from me.” Just a mild little in-between tweet on the New Jersey Turnpike. No! Not mild! In response to this HitFix’s Drew McWeeny tweeted, “You are cancer in human form, you know that? Pure misery, sent outwards in miserable waves. Does anything give you joy?”
In short, McWeeny is apparently a Cera fan or an Edgar Wright/Scott Pilgrim vs. The World fan or perhaps feels a slight generational kinship on some level with Wright or Cera, or a combination of all three. I don’t want to get into a whole Cera thing (I gave all I had to give last summer), but we’re coming to the end of the year and I was in a sum-up mood and I honestly felt that the failure of Scott Pilgrim was a pretty good deal for reasons I’ve already stated.
For me, the misery emanates not from within myself, but from watching Cera do his droning Toronto nerd-hipster thing, over and over and over and over. And I’ve been talking about Cera being on the road to over for two years now, remember. I would honestly like to see him removed from a position of influence in the film industry (or at least diminished) in the same sense that anyone creating material considered to be boring or tedious by way of repetition should have to pay the piper.
As for the joy part, I think I’ve got that pretty well covered. I could list several thousand things that have given me joy (many of them films, or at least aspects of same), but why should I expend a Herculean effort and hours of typing just to respond to an emotional scold (and Sherlock Holmes apologist) like Drew McWeeny?