Go see The World’s End this summer.
Don’t go see This Is The End.
The World’s End is made by people who actually give a fuck.
This is The End is made by people who are fucking around.
There is a much more eloquent way to put these sentiments but do you really need it?
This Is The End’s is, what I assume is at its core, a mugging group of friends peering at a camera while going CELEBRITIES LOL AMIRITE? I might be wrong, but there is little evidence to convince me otherwise. The cast of celebrities portray fictional representations of themselves instead of acting as characters. It strike sme as slightly indulgent, that the movie’s draw/appeal is not the story or the characters but the ‘celebrities.’ It reeks of bullshit, like I’d have the same experience on a Hollywood Bus Tour. It also sells this fantasy about how the life of a celebrity is an exciting adventure, perpetuating this nonsense idea that ‘famous’ equals ‘better.’
Fuck that noise.
The World’s End is by Simon Pegg, Nick Frost and Edgar Wright, who made Sean of the Dead and Hot Fuzz, both movies that both parodied their respective genres while lovingly deconstructing them. This third movie is the final part of the “Blood and Ice Cream” trilogy that includes Sean and Fuzz, so it’s safe to assume that even at its bare minimum, you’ll get a decent movie experience out of this. You’ll actually get a movie that people labored over and not something that kind of came out of a weekend where Seth Rogan got high.
If you’re one of the few poeple reading this and somehow, somehow you considered This Is The End a “good time,” I ask you to reconsider it. Or don’t. It’s not the end of the world*
*it is indicative that you have no fucking taste, so, hey – just letting you know. You’re welcome.