Film review: The World’s End
It’s been six years since Hot Fuzz, the last Simon Pegg-starring romp in an Edgar Wright comedy, and while he provided wonderful moments of levity in Mission: Impossible – Ghost Protocol and the first Star Trek installment in the rebooted franchise (and to a lesser degree in the second film, too), we have missed his antics in a proper British film.
But fear not, for Pegg and his band of brothers have returned, and this time, his mind is even more unsound than usual, and the unpredictability of his behavior is sure to bring a smile to most viewers’ faces.
The World’s End opens with a flashback to 1990, when Gary King, alias The King, according to him (although most other people have much more unsavory nicknames in mind), and his friends finish high school and try to do the Golden Mile, or downing a pint at each of the town’s dozen bars.
The pot at the end of the golden rainbow is The World’s End, but the five boys don’t make it that far as a result of poor planning, rowdiness, general ineptitude and the biology of the human body. More than 20 years later, Gary has two major problems: He has not grown up or moved on in life, and he has not got over his failure to complete the Golden Mile by downing his 12th pint of beer at The World’s End.
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(Still of Paddy Considine, Martin Freeman, Nick Frost, Eddie Marsan and Simon Pegg in The World’s End. Photo by Laurie Sparham – © 2013 – Focus Features)
