The World's End (Edgar Wright, 2013)

Much as I have a wealth of goodwill towards Simon Pegg and Nick Frost, which is fairly inevitable considering I'm of a comparable age, slacker terms of reference and even used to live around the block from them when they were coming to the fore in their rather delicious Spaced TV series, followed by the thoroughly riotous Shaun of the Dead, it is wearing a little threadbare now. It doesn't really pull the wool over anyone's eyes to present that, Hot Fuzz and this being part of a coherent whole just by calling it the 'Three Flavours Cornetto Trilogy'. But maybe I protest too much: this isn't Kieslowski, so is it funny?
Sporadically, yes. But numerous buddy scenes are rehashes reheated too many times over the years, which gives no sense of progression. And there are more derivative than meaningfully referential elements in the whole, which has Pegg's ageing goth, fighting against the dying of the light, frogmarch his friends from twenty years back around their old hunting ground on a pub crawl until they uncover an alien takeover plot. It would have been so much nicer if they'd not bothered with the token go at sci-fi/horror/kung-fu et al, because when the theme of having to face no longer being young occasionally pokes through, it's really quite sweet, just because they are such likable souls.

5/10