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‘The World’s End’ 10 Years Later – Edgar Wright’s Sci-fi Comedy Hits Even Harder Today

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English director Edgar Wright clearly began his love affair with the horror genre long before he released his first actual scary movie back in 2021. From the hyper-violent amateur films of his youth to that memorable Resident-Evil-inspired episode of Spaced, it’s quite clear that the genre mashup of Shaun of the Dead -and the ensuing Cornetto Trilogy- was a lifetime in the making.

However, while the balls-to-the-wall satire of Hot Fuzz was just as well received as its zombie-spoofing predecessor, I find it strange that fans usually refer to 2013’s The World’s End as the weakest entry in the trilogy. In fact, I’ve always been baffled by negative perceptions of the film’s surprising tonal shifts and bizarre finale, as I think these unique elements make it a natural evolution of Wright’s previous work (though nothing can ever surpass the perfection of Hot Fuzz). And with the flick celebrating its tenth anniversary this year, I think it’s high time that we look back on this comedic gem to see if its sci-fi shenanigans still hold up.

When discussing the Cornetto Trilogy, I think it’s important to note that these films are just as much Wright’s brainchildren as they are Simon Pegg’s. Not only is Pegg’s sardonic writing the perfect foil for Wright’s genre-loving brain, but the actor’s vastly different yet equally iconic performances are what really tie these movies together (which is especially true in this last entry). To be perfectly honest, I don’t think either one of these insanely talented artists ever recovered from going their separate ways, as The World’s End would sadly be their final collaboration.

Thankfully, the two decided to have their partnership go out with a bang. Originally based on a coming-of-age comedy about a teenage pub crawl that Wright wrote back when he was 21, the concept of a gentrified alien invasion appeared when the director brought the idea to Pegg. Looking to develop a finale for their Cornetto trilogy, the duo soon realized that the ultimate conclusion to feeling alienated during a return to your hometown would be a literal extraterrestrial invasion – and the rest is history!

I love the screw-on doll-head design!

If you still somehow haven’t seen The World’s End yet, I’d recommend doing so immediately and reading as little about it as possible as the film contains some clever twists. However, if you’re still on the fence, the finished film follows Simon Pegg as Gary King, an aging alcoholic who embarks on a quest to relive his teenage glory days by recruiting his estranged friends (with the memorable ensemble including Nick Frost, Martin Freeman, Paddy Considine and Eddie Marsan) for an epic pub crawl back in their hometown of Newton Haven. Naturally, the group slowly begins to notice that there’s something wrong with their once quaint town and we’re soon gifted with one of the best genre-mashups of all time.

Putting the film’s plot into writing doesn’t do it any justice, as Wright’s energetic direction and editing help to keep this a masterfully engaging movie even before our characters begin to throw down with hostile invaders. That being said, the ensuing genre elements are much more than mere set dressing here, with Wright and Pegg using tried-and-true sci-fi tropes to discuss poignant issues like the aforementioned gentrification, unhealthy nostalgia and even humanity’s unassailable right to act like buffoons in the face of chaos.

The experience is also a love-letter to classic sci-fi and horror media of all kinds – and I’m not just talking about the clear homages to Invasion of the Body Snatchers. From subtle nods to Mario-Bava-style lighting to the growing paranoia of John Carpenter’s The Thing, this is a movie made by genre fans for genre fans. Hell, there’s even a running gag about Martin Freeman’s birthmark looking like Damian’s satanic brand in The Omen (which actually becomes a minor plot point later on).

I also really appreciate how the filmmakers decided to make the villainous “Blanks” be filled with blue ink instead of blood so that the movie can get away with absurd amounts of gory violence during its action scenes, with the visual gag also working as a bit of a pun on royal “blue bloods.” And speaking of action, most of these otherworldly moments are brought to life through legitimately impressive practical effects, with only some of the more impossible stunts resorting to pure CGI.

Here comes The Network!

Of course, what I really love about this movie is the tremendous amount of heart that went into the character work, which is why I think The World’s End hits harder than any of Wright’s previous output. While I certainly empathized with Shaun’s love-life and cheered for Sergeant Nick Angel’s righteous fury, Gary King remains Pegg’s most emotionally grounded performance despite the character acting like an over-the-top eternal teenager.

When the walls finally come crashing down and we see the tragic consequences of Gary’s lifestyle, I’d argue that it’s one of the most genuinely human moments I’ve ever seen in a comedy, with the whole conflict being perfectly summarized by Nick Frost’s line about how Gary remembers the Friday nights but he remembers the Monday mornings. Moments like these are why I can’t understand why someone would think that this is a lesser film in Wright’s filmography.

I mean, even that bonkers finale is actually trying to say something important. Sure, humanity won’t always make the right choice, but mistakes are just a part of who we are as a species, and learning to deal with our collective incompetence is a universal right of passage. And after living through a pandemic with so many preventable deaths, I’d argue that this message hits even harder now than it did ten years ago.

At the end of the day, The World’s End doesn’t actually need defending. The film made a decent profit at the box office and even managed to impress most critics at the time. I just think it’s kind of unfair that this creatively unhinged comedy isn’t as well respected as its predecessors should be just because it dares to be different. That being said, even if you don’t appreciate the film’s apocalyptic madness, you’ve got to admit that it boasts one of the best motion picture soundtracks of the 2010s – which culminates in an epic Sisters of Mercy needle-drop that remains the stuff of Goth legend.

Born Brazilian, raised Canadian, Luiz is a writer and Film student that spends most of his time watching movies and subsequently complaining about them.

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‘Amityville Karen’ Is a Weak Update on ‘Serial Mom’ [Amityville IP]

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Twice a month Joe Lipsett will dissect a new Amityville Horror film to explore how the “franchise” has evolved in increasingly ludicrous directions. This is “The Amityville IP.”

A bizarre recurring issue with the Amityville “franchise” is that the films tend to be needlessly complicated. Back in the day, the first sequels moved away from the original film’s religious-themed haunted house storyline in favor of streamlined, easily digestible concepts such as “haunted lamp” or “haunted mirror.”

As the budgets plummeted and indie filmmakers capitalized on the brand’s notoriety, it seems the wrong lessons were learned. Runtimes have ballooned past the 90-minute mark and the narratives are often saggy and unfocused.

Both issues are clearly on display in Amityville Karen (2022), a film that starts off rough, but promising, and ends with a confused whimper.

The promise is embodied by the tinge of self-awareness in Julie Anne Prescott (The Amityville Harvest)’s screenplay, namely the nods to John Waters’ classic 1994 satire, Serial Mom. In that film, Beverly Sutphin (an iconic Kathleen Turner) is a bored, white suburban woman who punished individuals who didn’t adhere to her rigid definition of social norms. What is “Karen” but a contemporary equivalent?

In director/actor Shawn C. Phillips’ film, Karen (Lauren Francesca) is perpetually outraged. In her introductory scenes, she makes derogatory comments about immigrants, calls a female neighbor a whore, and nearly runs over a family blocking her driveway. She’s a broad, albeit familiar persona; in many ways, she’s less of a character than a caricature (the living embodiment of the name/meme).

These early scenes also establish a fairly straightforward plot. Karen is a code enforcement officer with plans to shut down a local winery she has deemed disgusting. They’re preparing for a big wine tasting event, which Karen plans to ruin, but when she steals a bottle of cursed Amityville wine, it activates her murderous rage and goes on a killing spree.

Simple enough, right?

Unfortunately, Amityville Karen spins out of control almost immediately. At nearly every opportunity, Prescott’s screenplay eschews narrative cohesion and simplicity in favour of overly complicated developments and extraneous characters.

Take, for example, the wine tasting event. The film spends an entire day at the winery: first during the day as a band plays, then at a beer tasting (???) that night. Neither of these events are the much touted wine-tasting, however; that is actually a private party happening later at server Troy (James Duval)’s house.

Weirdly though, following Troy’s death, the party’s location is inexplicably moved to Karen’s house for the climax of the film, but the whole event plays like an afterthought and features a litany of characters we have never met before.

This is a recurring issue throughout Amityville Karen, which frequently introduces random characters for a scene or two. Karen is typically absent from these scenes, which makes them feel superfluous and unimportant. When the actress is on screen, the film has an anchor and a narrative drive. The scenes without her, on the other hand, feel bloated and directionless (blame editor Will Collazo Jr., who allows these moments to play out interminably).

Compounding the issue is that the majority of the actors are non-professionals and these scenes play like poorly performed improv. The result is long, dull stretches that features bad actors talking over each other, repeating the same dialogue, and generally doing nothing to advance the narrative or develop the characters.

While Karen is one-note and histrionic throughout the film, at least there’s a game willingness to Francesca’s performance. It feels appropriately campy, though as the film progresses, it becomes less and less clear if Amityville Karen is actually in on the joke.

Like Amityville Cop before it, there are legit moments of self-awareness (the Serial Mom references), but it’s never certain how much of this is intentional. Take, for example, Karen’s glaringly obvious wig: it unconvincingly fails to conceal Francesca’s dark hair in the back, but is that on purpose or is it a technical error?

Ultimately there’s very little to recommend about Amityville Karen. Despite the game performance by its lead and the gentle homages to Serial Mom’s prank call and white shoes after Labor Day jokes, the never-ending improv scenes by non-professional actors, the bloated screenplay, and the jittery direction by Phillips doom the production.

Clocking in at an insufferable 100 minutes, Amityville Karen ranks among the worst of the “franchise,” coming in just above Phillips’ other entry, Amityville Hex.

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The Amityville IP Awards go to…

  • Favorite Subplot: In the afternoon event, there’s a self-proclaimed “hot boy summer” band consisting of burly, bare-chested men who play instruments that don’t make sound (for real, there’s no audio of their music). There’s also a scheming manager who is skimming money off the top, but that’s not as funny.
  • Least Favorite Subplot: For reasons that don’t make any sense, the winery is also hosting a beer tasting which means there are multiple scenes of bartender Alex (Phillips) hoping to bring in women, mistakenly conflating a pint of beer with a “flight,” and goading never before seen characters to chug. One of them describes the beer as such: “It looks like a vampire menstruating in a cup” (it’s a gold-colored IPA for the record, so…no).
  • Amityville Connection: The rationale for Karen’s killing spree is attributed to Amityville wine, whose crop was planted on cursed land. This is explained by vino groupie Annie (Jennifer Nangle) to band groupie Bianca (Lilith Stabs). It’s a lot of nonsense, but it is kind of fun when Annie claims to “taste the damnation in every sip.”
  • Neverending Story: The film ends with an exhaustive FIVE MINUTE montage of Phillips’ friends posing as reporters in front of terrible green screen discussing the “killer Karen” story. My kingdom for Amityville’s regular reporter Peter Sommers (John R. Walker) to return!
  • Best Line 1: Winery owner Dallas (Derek K. Long), describing Karen: “She’s like a walking constipation with a hemorrhoid”
  • Best Line 2: Karen, when a half-naked, bleeding woman emerges from her closet: “Is this a dream? This dream is offensive! Stop being naked!”
  • Best Line 3: Troy, upset that Karen may cancel the wine tasting at his house: “I sanded that deck for days. You don’t just sand a deck for days and then let someone shit on it!”
  • Worst Death: Karen kills a Pool Boy (Dustin Clingan) after pushing his head under water for literally 1 second, then screeches “This is for putting leaves on my plants!”
  • Least Clear Death(s): The bodies of a phone salesman and a barista are seen in Karen’s closet and bathroom, though how she killed them are completely unclear
  • Best Death: Troy is stabbed in the back of the neck with a bottle opener, which Karen proceeds to crank
  • Wannabe Lynch: After drinking the wine, Karen is confronted in her home by Barnaby (Carl Solomon) who makes her sign a crude, hand drawn blood contract and informs her that her belly is “pregnant from the juices of his grapes.” Phillips films Barnaby like a cross between the unhoused man in Mulholland Drive and the Mystery Man in Lost Highway. It’s interesting, even if the character makes absolutely no sense.
  • Single Image Summary: At one point, a random man emerges from the shower in a towel and excitedly poops himself. This sequence perfectly encapsulates the experience of watching Amityville Karen.
  • Pray for Joe: Many of these folks will be back in Amityville Shark House and Amityville Webcam, so we’re not out of the woods yet…

Next time: let’s hope Christmas comes early with 2022’s Amityville Christmas Vacation. It was the winner of Fangoria’s Best Amityville award, after all!

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