Now this movie was funny.
Now don’t get too excited, obviously, we get that they are all still actors doing what they do best, playing self caricatures. But still, it was a one of a kind tease of an invitation, and audiences would be happy if they they R.S.V.Pd yes to attending. To enter into a world where you brush your shoes on James Franco’s doormat, then walk in, mingle, take in his brand new boxy modernist Hollywood mansion, and be a part of one of his many house parties where attendants are of the like of Rihanna, Emma Watson and Jonah Hill—not what your average moviegoer is used to seeing. Then you hear that Channing Tatum is your neighbor six doors down, and see that the cast of ‘Super Bad’ are still out there snorting by the poolside and you wonder, are these really how the young stars of Hollywood party and live amongst one another, saying “party at Francos” and “oh, it’s just Rihanna singing in the kitchen”? The inner social circle of Hollywood where actors are each others’ mutual friends is too surreal to behold. It is made of the stuff which the tabloids only dream of capturing.
Overall, in the end ‘This Is the End’ deserves a solid 7.6. Well done. Adieu.