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Edelstein: The World’s End Is the Year’s Most Entertaining Movie

Photo: Laurie Sparham/? Focus Features

The title The World’s End denotes two things: the terrible, horrible demise of humankind and the English suburban pub where a man named Gary ­(Simon Pegg) plans to conclude a twelve-pub (one pint per establishment) odyssey in triumph. The aim is to go back to his hometown of Newton Haven and commemorate a similar, aborted trek that happened twenty-odd years ago, when Gary and four mates were boisterous punks on the brink of manhood. The others — Andy (Nick Frost), Steven (Paddy Considine), Oliver (Martin Freeman), and Peter (Eddie Marsan) — have careers and families, but for Gary, the manhood thing hasn’t quite worked out. Drinking his way to the World’s End will be his revolt against time and soul-draining conformity, a ringing declaration of existential freedom — though somewhat undermined by his childlike self-centeredness and raging alcoholism.

Gary would be a pathetic figure — a doomed con man in the age of Eugene O’Neill, AA-bound in our therapeutic era — if The World’s End were directed by anyone other than Edgar Wright. For Wright, Gary is a peculiar combination of right and wrong. Mostly wrong but tilting toward wrightness — I mean, rightness — insofar as he susses out sinister changes in old Newton Haven. He’s a funny combination of wanker and warrior. Uproarious, in fact.

The World’s End is the third of Wright’s genre-bending black comedies starring Pegg (who co-wrote it) and Frost, and it’s arguably the best — although who would want to argue over three such beautifully constructed social satires? In this one, Wright and Pegg take a mere half-hour to distill an entire subgenre of American child-man comedies. Gary must persuade his four sedentary pals to join him, the most formidable challenge being Frost’s Andy, who hasn’t spoken to him (or had a drink) in years and for very good reason. Gary succeeds—he has to, or there’d be no movie — but it’s touchy. Striding into their first pub, Gary (in a long Matrix-style coat) and his mates anticipate a returning heroes’ welcome. They find instead that most of the watering holes have been taken over by corporations serving fake “real” ale and taste-alike lagers. The food, the dartboard, the music: interchangeable. The publicans: grim. Still, they drink up. Oliver’s sister arrives in the startlingly pretty person of Rosamund Pike to inject a note of disapproval, her most incinerating stares reserved for Gary, who done her wrong the last time around. Then something extraordinary happens. How extraordinary? Let me tell you.

Or not. My press kit came with a note asking journalists not to reveal the film’s twists or even some of its guest stars. ­Ordinarily such warnings raise my anti-authoritarian hackles but the note is signed by Wright himself and written in the spirit of “Be a mate, okay?” If my ­colleagues disregard Wright’s plea and invoke certain classic sci-fi books and films, you must bombard their comment sections with abuse.

I can talk about Wright and Pegg’s previous collaborations. Shaun of the Dead was a slapstick riff on George Romero’s cannibal-zombie pictures (before zombies were a dime a hundred), but the real target was a certain species of middle-class English complacency and its attendant good manners. The heroes of the mismatched buddy-cop film Hot Fuzz paid tribute to such forerunners as Bad Boys 2 and Point Break while taking on not scum-sucking drug dealers but vicars, innkeepers, and old ladies. The fascists were the guardians of quaintness.

Wright is an even better director now, and the last half-hour of The World’s End is one bravura set piece after another. The action is brilliantly staged and shot, the climax evoking (and equaling) the dizzying nightclub opening of Indiana Jones and the Temple of Doom. The all-star cast is perfection. As for what it all means … One of the creepier figures (a star cameo) reminded me of Trotsky, so perhaps there’s an anti-­communist component to counter the anti-fascist leanings of Hot Fuzz. It’s anti-totalitarian, any way you slice it. More important, Wright and Pegg figure out a way to let their hero renounce his drink and have it too. Their vision is both antic and judicious. This is by light-years the most entertaining movie of the year. How many apocalyptic sci-fi action extravaganzas leave you feeling as if the world is just beginning?

This review originally ran in the August 19, 2013 issue of New York Magazine.

The World’s End: Year’s Most Entertaining Movie