The World’s End (2013), dir. Edgar Wright, written by Edgar Wright and Simon Pegg.
The only movie I saw this year that I was excited for ahead of time that was actually great. No Robert Downey Jr buying a kid an ice cream machine, no Matt Damon being a super white guy doing white guy stuff in outer white guy space, no Charlie Hunnam talking while Rinko Kikuchi or Charlie Day could be talking.
This: great cast with a deep, deep bench, obsessively meticulous script, gorgeous Bill Pope cinematography, one perfect fight scene, the best performance of Nick Frost’s career, Paddy Considine playing the Wang Chi story arc, Simon Pegg’s ability to turn the character he played in Shaun of the Dead inside out into a truly tragic performance without sacrificing any of his ability to make the character funny.
I don’t know, after Scott Pilgrim was so tight as to be bloodless and Paul was just cutesy, and after 9 months of things that *I am into* crashing and burning on at least some level, I was expecting this to not connect and it did. It was great.