Comic book stories aren't all superhero fantasies, and comic-book movies don't have to be special effects-heavy junk for perpetual adolescents, as this bittersweet adaptation of grunge-poet Harvey Pekar's American Splendor
proves. Pekar's autobiographical chronicle of day-to-day banality is a rich, if dingy, tapestry of ordinary life in all its infinite, homely peculiarity, which filmmakers Sheri Springer Berman and Robert Pulcini bring to uniquely eccentric life. Their stroke of genius was to allow real life, cartoon images and straightforward realistic filmmaking to bleed together from scene to scene and shot to shot. The real Pekar comments on the film's mu...