There are times when I think trailers and reviews are antithetical to one's enjoyment of cinema and this is one of them. I went in a blank slate and mourn the fact I can never experience it like that again. Wright and Pegg's gleeful nihilism is richly delightful, like a grenade stuffed in a Black Forest gateau.
Not the best, but definitely the most heartfelt from Wright's Cornetto Trilogy. Once more demonstrating his knack for generic traits, action, and comedy, yet behind all the fun there is a serious treatment of both nostalgia and alcoholism. Culminating with Gary King's breakdown at the World's End pub, with the film rightly giving more importance to his personal melancholy than the upcoming worldwide tragedy.
Their formula gets thinner and thinner -- or the beer gets smaller and smaller, I guess -- but the boys still know how to pour it on. Or something. The point is that we're all agreeably punch-drunk by the end. As a critique of creeping, ostensibly anodyne techno-tyranny, well, it isn't D.H. Lawrence, but it's a serviceable excuse for the usual shenanigans. There could be worse influences on the rest of the galaxy.
Confirms my inkling that Edgar Wright might be the best comic filmmaker of his generation. The density of setups and payoffs, the manic outpouring of visual ideas (which never interferes with clarity), the clever use of genre tropes as expressionistic representations of his characters' emotional states, and the sly satire are all here in force.
That said, when you've seen one exploding head, you've seen them all.
Easily the weakest in the trilogy, The World's End is slow to start (the first half hour leaves a lot to be desired) and the ending is incredibly stupid. The cast is good, though, and the characters are well-rounded. I was a little disappointed in The Film's End, but I'd be lying if I said that the middle portion wasn't very entertaining.