The end is nigh. Well, the end was nigh, then the end went away. But now it’s nigh again.
In case you didn’t pick up on that very clear message, This Is The End is coming back to theaters this weekend, and if you’ve seen it, be ready to get back in the theater again. (And if you haven’t seen it, please do so immediately so that you won’t find the title and subject matter of this article so alienating and distant.)
Having seen the movie, and thus been granted the benefit of hindsight, I assure you there are far more than seven reasons to see or re-see this film. I don’t address them all, not because I get off on withholding, but because there’s a pretty good chance that you’re reading this having not seen the movie. And considering this entire missive is an effort to get you to see the movie, let’s not reveal everything, no? It’s a high wire act, but if anyone is equal to the task, it’s you, dear reader.
Who wouldn’t want to revisit Cypress Hill, Psy, Backstreet Boys, Whitney Houston, Dr. Dre, and M.I.A.? A crazy person, that’s who. The movie essentially starts with a party then takes a macabre twist, but let’s focus on the party. These jams, except maybe for Whitney’s “I Will Always Love You” are party regulars. You could stand to check back in on them.
There are a lot, and it doesn’t really spoil anything to share who they are. Some stick around longer than others, but the list includes, but is not limited to: Michael Cera, Mintz-Plasse, Rihanna, Mindy Kaling, Martin Starr, Aziz Ansari, Kevin Hart, Jason Segel, Paul Rudd, and David Krumholtz.
As you probably know, this film is brimming with that familiar Apatow clan, who play themselves. Whether or not they’re actually playing themselves in name only, or if they’re taking on affectations varies from person to person, but it’s a nice little subconscious game to figure out if the guy you’re staring at on the screen is really as hard/nice/goofy as the “character” seems.
Argh. It’s so frustrating when you want to talk about something hilarious but you don’t want to spoil it. It’s like buying someone an awesome Christmas (OR HANUKKAH) gift in July then having to sit on it. Seriously. Just everyone see the movie so we don’t have to dance around these issues, and we can really just…just open a dialog.
You know, if you are in a state with decriminalized pot or, failing that, medicinal marijuana and you happen to suffer from a treatable affliction. I don’t think it’s giving away a major plot point to say that Seth Rogen, James Franco, Craig Robinson, Jay Baruchel, and Danny McBride partake a little bit in the film. Why should they get to have all the fun?
Yet again, I must spare the newbies the details, as it’s a pretty great bow on the story. It looks very stark, very white, and very comfortable, but the soundtrack might ruffle a few feathers. Like, everyone’s feathers. Everywhere on their body.
To say he “plays against type” is an understatement. His turn pretty much takes the film up an entire level with a modicum of screen time. Imagine if you rewatched Wall Street and saw Zack Galifianakis make a brief appearance as Gordon Gekko’s attorney. You get the gist.