Starring:
Simon Pegg, Nick Frost, Rosamund Pike, Martin Freeman, Eddie Marsan, Paddy
Considine
Written
by: Simon Pegg, Edgar Wright
Directed
by: Edgar Wright
The final part of the alleged ‘Blood and Cornetto’ trilogy, The World’s End tells the story of Gary
King (Pegg) and his old friends as they re-unite after many years to complete a
legendary pub crawl in their home town. It isn’t going well even before they
run into aliens, wracked as they are by long-standing tensions, largely brought
about by Gary’s behaviour as a teenager and his stubborn refusal to grow up
since.
In their previous collaborations, Pegg has played the hero,
with Frost the buffoonish, childish sidekick, and both have worked to great
effect. Here though, the partnership is reversed, with Pegg playing the
man-child and Frost the serious adult. Where Shaun of the Dead had Shaun emerging into responsible adulthood
though, and Hot Fuzz showing someone
too responsible and serious learning how to relax and enjoy life again, The World’s End has Frost’s Andy as a
more balanced portrayal of maturity; not perfect, perhaps too stubborn at
times, but more or less satisfied with his life. In addition, for all Gary’s
bravado and determined enthusiasm for his life, he’s a far more obviously
pathetic – bordering on tragic, by the end - figure than Frost’s equivalent
characters in the earlier films. It is a far richer, more sophisticated
relationship than anything seen previously in their films, and it’s a joy to
behold.
Sadly though, the rest of the cast are given less impressive
fare to work with; Freeman, Marsan and Considine are given mild variations on
successful business-men, but while each has their own sub-plot to work with, it’s
fairly minor stuff, although Marsan’s speech about meeting his childhood bully
again is one of the more affecting moments of the film. Pike, as Freeman’s
sister, is perfectly fine in her limited role, but the film probably wouldn’t
have suffered much if they hadn’t bothered writing her in at all. As it is, she
feels like a token female character rather than a necessary or interesting part
of the film.
This under-written feel extends somewhat to the plot, which
by comparison to Shaun and Hot Fuzz is threadbare, at least up
until the end, at which point there’s a bout of exposition that is only beaten
thus far this summer by Man of Steel,
and that only because it repeated the exposition. The ending is a little out
there as well, although admittedly affecting.
In all fairness though, it must be said that the thin plot
is probably because Pegg and Wright were too busy writing jokes. I can’t
remember a film with a higher laugh per minute rate since Airplane – and it isn’t just the quantity of jokes, it’s the
quality. Pretty much every line of dialogue in the first half of the film had
me in stitches; in the second half, where there’s more plot and (relatively)
character development, the gag rate goes down to perhaps every fourth line, but
they’re still crackers.
It isn’t as well thought out as the other two films, and
there is a lot of unnecessary flab around the middle, as the gang run into
almost every major figure from their childhood, but I have little hesitation in
recommending The World’s End as the
funniest film of the year so far, and it’s hard to imagine a funnier one in the
coming months.
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