Simon Pegg is a genius.
And so is Nick Frost.
So I must start secondly by saying, “Disregard my reviews of Shaun of the Dead and Hot Fuzz.”
I didn’t get it.
You must read an auteur in their language.
If the language is unintelligible, you can’t read them.
Now I get it [marginally].
And I love it.
This film is a masterpiece.
A deeply-flawed masterpiece (in the grand scheme of things).
But these two blokes come shining through.
Pegg and Frost.
I first encountered them in the film Paul.
I really liked them.
That film is much less of the gore.
Not part of the “Cornetto trilogy” (yes, the ice-cream cone).
But I would encourage all who can to grab a box of Drumsticks (if Cornettos be not available) and delve into this oeuvre.
I almost didn’t make it through The World’s End.
I had almost had my fill of this “comedy horror”.
But the dialogue did it.
Specifically, the scene where Pegg get the “lamp” to fuck off.
These films are just funny as fuck.
And the characters are lovable.
Pegg and Frost have a great chemistry.
You know, there have been several times in my life where I’ve encountered a creation that I at first hated, and then subsequently went on to love.
One was the first Grinderman album.
It was so hyped.
There’s no way it could live up to the critical accolades that I had been smothered with before hearing it.
I made it a few tracks in and gave up.
Waste of money.
But then I came back to it.
Gave it a second chance.
And it blossomed.
It spoke to me.
And so I would like to thank Simon Pegg and Nick Frost (and director Edgar Wright) for making such enduring creations (though they be in the guise of vacuous shite).
It takes a lot of courage to foist upon the world something as bold as the Three Flavours Cornetto trilogy.
I am glad I “got it” before I chunked the whole thing in the dustbin.