The World's End

It’s good, but my expectations were higher. Hot Fuzz set the bar very high, blending with more grace the serious plot of a thriller with parody. The World's End tries to blend this style of humour with a horror sci-fi thriller, but it grinds a bit (though not as much as, in my opinion, Shaun of the Dead), sometimes the humour is too much, sometimes not enough. What I’m most sorry about is the weird and unnecessary end-credits scene, it ruins the positive impression of the bold and surprising twist with which the film had won me over. (29/09/2013)

The first third is like a flowery hop, boyish-bodied ALE with a delicious taste, whereas the second third begins to smell like an ordinary Eurolager, but it's brisk and drinkable. The final third is like a musty small cellar beer with the dull aftertaste of steamy socks of people who saw too much in their idea. A film whose wheels fall off. Wasting talent and good ingredients for something that again does not lose sight of the genre, but desperately loses sight of itself. History repeats itself, but compared to Hot Fuzz, this is an even thinner attempt at a cheeky meta-party. Most of all, it's quite sad to see how all the overlap literally stamps out the film at the end of the verbatim and still stays with only a few badly grafted references. This is simply not cheeky or clever, just weathered. I pour the end out the window. [65%]. (22/10/2013)

"Have you noticed how communications technologies have developed in the last ten years?" "No." The odd fear was that after the commercial awesomeness of Scott Pilgrim, Edgar Wright's anarchic creativity would be hidden under a bushel. On the contrary, what emerged was probably Wright's purest film, managing to combine two of the director's distinctive virtues: his work with humor and his ability to make good, uncluttered action sequences. In addition, the drunken celebration of fighting the system and especially the constant wit are practically uncorrected by any external interference, so that you can enjoy, for example, an excellent dosage of jokes that are not patently written into the scenes, but instead are the drivers of the plot. This is especially noticeable in the fact that they often build on things that have been hinted at before, so you have to remain constantly vigilant and see beyond the hilarity of the film. Plus, for perhaps the first time, Simon Pegg didn't get on my nerves. Imaging what this director could have done with Ant-Man will forever be in my masturbatory fantasies. (Apologies to the users here for adding the 667th review. Truth be told, I don't give a shit and Satan may rise) (10/02/2016)

Simon Pegg, Nick Frost and Edgar Wright meet for the third time in a row. And for the third time in a row, do a decent job. It’s no longer so much fun as Shaun of the Dead but it’s still good. It’s not as much about fun rather than about the boys getting together and shooting another crazy but good movie, this time poking fun at sci-fi. Moreover, I saw The World’s End after about six beers, so my rating reflects that. Nevertheless, I think that had I not returned from a pub, I’d have opened a beer while watching this, because a movie like this needs that. As pubs are its subject matter, it’s hard not to think about beer during the first five minutes. Anyhow, the boys managed to get a great cast for their movie – Freeman, Marsan and Considine were really cool. Each of them did their own thing and it fit the movie well. I wouldn’t mind going on a beer trip like this, maybe except for the global consequences. I’d give those a pass. But the rest was a wild ride indeed. (18/12/2013)

Once again, they didn’t disappoint. Not only do they overwhelm the viewer with 110 minutes of explosive, uncompromising and unspecified humour, but they also very successfully continue their trend of bold parody of everything they could think of when writing the script. They've already taken on zombie horror and action-crime movies, only to kick the ass of all the "revolutionary" science-fiction creators whose stories have often had little to do with originality for a good few years now. The first half works very well as pure comedy, mainly thanks to Pegg's notoriously peculiar Gary, who, through emptied pints, attacks the position of the best character ever created by Simon, while the second, marked by an alien conspiracy, blue-blooded robots and the constant presence of tremendous insight and great gags, is already the perfect genre ride that perhaps everyone has been eagerly awaiting from the Wright-Pegg-Frost trio. Making fun of everything and giving absurd dimensions to absurd things doesn't always pay off and of course it has its flaws, but when all that is wrapped in a beer marathon and played by five extremely likeable drunks they just couldn't go wrong :D And they didn't.. 80% (24/12/2013)