[This is a re-post of my review from San Diego Comic-Con 2013. The World's End opens tomorrow.]
Before I went off to college, several people told me, “It will be the best four years of your life!” In my head, my response was, “That’s horrible!” I didn’t want my life to peak at 22 and then have it all go downhill from there. Furthermore, that comment is rooted in a fear of the future, and has a death grip on the past because at least those were “the glory years.” Edgar Wright’s The World’s End thoughtfully explores the importance of coming to own your past rather than letting it own you. Of course, he does this in the same bravura directing style of his past films, and with the rapid-fire comedy he and co-writer/star Simon Pegg brought to the first two parts of “The Cornetto Trilogy”, Shaun of the Dead and Hot Fuzz. However, the trilogy’s conclusion makes a firm break with the structure and style of those movies in favor something that’s a little looser, more mature, and just as funny and emotionally honest.