If you’re the average Indian with an yen for playing soccer with a newly dead-man’s head, drinking your piss with heady delight, vomiting in a torrent on your buddies, boasting about masturbating and ejaculating all over your friend’s house, cannibalizing your friends, fantasizing about buggering ‘man slave bitches on a leash’ and other assorted garbage, then This Is the End is straight up your alley.
Now if that’s how you get your jollies, I’m not gonna stop your rush into folly, a.k.a. the nearest theatre screening This Is the End.
You know, I’m beginning to have serious doubts.
Am I the last person left on Planet Earth with good taste, class and the rare ability to tell wheat from chaff?
I survived This is the End.
But barely so.
This is an astonishingly bad movie that left me gasping as to how this shit could boast an 83% rating on Rotten Tomatoes.
I lost my faith in God decades back.
Today, I lost my faith in Rotten Tomatoes too. 🙁
Directed by Evan Goldberg and Seth Rogen based on a “screenplay” they jointly wrote, this supposed comedy is an absolute train wreck from the get-go.
If I could sum this movie up in one word, it’d be “incoherent.”
Even for a comedy, where the rules of the game are lax, this is one long, 110-minute piece of drivel.
But the biggest sin of ’em all – the laughs were few and far between.
Unforgivable in a comedy!
I’d forgive anything, everything if only the laughs kept coming.
But all I got was barely a couple.
Hollywood stars Seth Rogen, James Franco, Jonah Hill, Jay Baruchel, Craig Robinson, Emma Watson, Channing Tatum etc play themselves in this post-apocalypse, alien-attack attempt at comedy.
Jay Baruchel lands in L.A. to be with his friend Seth Rogen.
They spend the day stoned on a potpourri of weed, Ecstasy et al and the same evening go to a party hosted by Rogen’s friend James Franco.
A short while into the party, it’s all collapse and fire and chaos and a massive Earthquake in L.A. that swallows up a lot of the party attendees.
From then on, it’s a calamitous descent from the drab into utter senseless depravity.
Silly fights over water and food and rules, happy piss drinking exercises, cheap-looking CGI dragons chasing Craig and Jay, unfunny acts of exorcism and other numbingly asinine antics.
Alas, none of them turned out to be in the least bit funny.
At the movie hall, I was sandwiched between two African-Americans, both enjoying this balderdash with a gusto I found utterly perplexing.
It was a full house suggesting the American millennials’ taste in movies is no better than that of my Indian brethren.
This is End is a piece of shit that would thrill the average merdivorous Indian to bits.