I always feel bad whenever I decide to review a movie that it turns out I like. Reviewing anything you enjoy feels like a cheat; you end up biased in your criticism and just spend the whole thing
fawning over it's unadultered epicness instead of, you know, actually saying something worthwhile.
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| Attempting to explain everything good about David Bowie descends into guttural screaming and a voiding of all bodily fluids. |
I'd already decided to review
The World's End before I started watching it, and I whole-heartedly regret my choice; this film is awesome. With Edgar Wright back on the writing and directing helm of the last in the fabulously named "Three Flavours Cornetto Trilogy" after Simon Pegg and Nick Frost's disappointing solo effort
Paul,
The World's End is a funny, painfully self-aware, hyper-violent and utterly charming sci-fi flick that is exactly the same as
Shaun of the Dead and
Hot Fuzz in all of the right ways. Plus, it's all entirely a build up to the post-apocalyptic wasteland in the Sisters of Mercy Song,
This Corrosion.
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| Who'd have thought something so epic could come out of the Sisters of Mercy, eh? |
Seeing as I've already let the cat out of the bag as to my overall opinion on this movie, I'm going to restrain myself for as long as possible and talk about the few criticisms I do have of possibly the weakest film out of an overall impeccable trilogy.
