It’s remarkable how much Veronica Mars feels like coming home again. Ms. Mars has had nearly a decade off from her detective duties, but the character and the series at large saunters right back into form with such a confident swagger, it feels like she never really left at all.
The product of a now infamous Kickstarter campaign, Veronica Mars is the film sequel to the much beloved but scarcely watched CW series that followed the adventures of a teenage private eye. Mars solved mysteries surrounding the seedy denizens of the fictional Neptune California, a beach town where the rich socialites and working class heroes clash quite frequently and often violently. The series was a terrific mix of Nancy Drew and Raymond Chandler, give or take a Buffy, airing for three seasons before being canceled. But thanks to creator Rob Thomas’ audacious Kickstarter and a brewing cult of fans, Veronica Mars has been given a second chance at life, a chance that precious few shows receive.
The film picks up with Veronica (Kristen Bell) knocking on 30’s door and enjoying a comfortable life in New York City with her long time boyfriend Piz (Chris Lowell). Her youthful gumshoe years are well behind her, but her old life comes back into swing when former flame Logan Echolls (Jason Dohring) is charged with murdering his starlet girlfriend. Veronica tells herself that she only wants to consult a friend, but Neptune’s magnetic pull becomes too hard to resist.
The film is a ton of fun. It’s still as whip smart as the series ever was, and the quips whiz by effortlessly and constantly… often right over the heads of those who aren’t already baptized by the gospel of Veronica. The show quickly falls back into familiar rhythms, and the nine years away haven’t dulled the character’s verbal barbs. Prepare to be bathed in waves of wit. Even outside of the near-relentless banter, the show maintains a nice and heavy sense of tension when the mystery sets in, and things get serious. While the actual mystery itself is far from brilliant, it’s still engaging enough to entertain. In any case, the main course here is the characters, and they are as stellar as ever. Keith Mars (the fantastic Enrico Colantoni) is still the easy frontrunner for dad of the millennium.
The most remarkable thing about the film is how much it feels like the Veronica Mars of old, and that’s the best compliment we can pay it. The returning cast members slip into their old roles with so much ease, and the film never feels like it’s straining to regain that old Neptune spark. It turns out that watching a near 30 Veronica is just as much fun as watching the sleuth in her teenage years. And the fact that the show’s general formula doesn’t feel out of place now that we’re following a load of late 20-somethings instead of high schoolers probably says something about how smartly and strongly crafted the original show was in the first place.
Rob Thomas clearly isn’t trying to broaden his formula to catch new fans, and it doesn’t make sense that he’d do so anyway. This is clearly a film built from the ground up for Veronica Mars fans, as it should be. A hefty intro montage at the beginning tries its best to get newcomers caught up on the three seasons of the television show, but if you didn’t spend at least a couple hours cruising along the seedy streets of Neptune all those years ago, some of the film’s charm might be lost on you.
The Veronica Mars film, at its core, is basically a damned good two hour episode of the original series. Now, that’s not exactly ambitious, but the fans that put down their hard earned money to fund the film weren’t necessarily paying for ambition. What we have here is unquestionably and purely Veronica Mars. So self-assured and comfortable in it’s own celluloid skin, it’s a film that dutifully embraces everything that made that series so brilliant and fun in the first place. Welcome home, Veronica, it’s been a while.