I'm surprised to see that it actually passes the Bechdel Test
, but the first thing I felt about this movie is that jesus friggin christ is Knives a horrible fucking character and stereotype. Neither she nor Ramona seem capable of functioning on their own, or without men's orders.
I feel like the Scott Pilgrim movie is like the Lord of the Rings movies, in that if you view it as a stand-alone product then it doesn't stand on its own merits very well at all, but if you view it as a kind of supporting product that helps celebrate a franchise that's already fully expressed elsewhere, then it does the job just fine.
Ramona and Knives kind of got hamstrung by the fact that they filmed most of the movie without knowing how the story was going to end, and so they weren't able to set up satisfying character arcs for either of them. My hope was that they'd subvert the "girls only exist to be objects for the hero to choose between"
cliche by having them both ditch him at the end before he even got the chance to try, and everybody realizing that the whole dilemma was stupid to begin with and then going off to dip a bunch of french fries in mayonnaise or whatever it is Torontoans do. OH WELL.
So yeah, the ending was bullshitty, but they didn't have any chance to do the necessary dramatic narrative preparation to support it because no one working on the film knew what was going to happen at the end until everything else had already been filmed.