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This Is the End

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Playing exaggerated versions of themselves, Seth Rogen and Jay Baruchel go to a party at the house of James Franco. Surrounded by all of their Judd Apatow bros, including Jonah Hill, Michael Cera and Craig Robinson (star of the similar, simultaneous Rapture-Palooza) — all playing even more greatly exaggerated versions of themselves — they party it up, smoke it up and throw it up, engaging in the type of rowdy ’n’ raunchy young Hollywood behavior that would make Kenneth Anger gasp and swoon with the vapors. 

The twist comes when the biblical rapture strikes, sucking all of the good people up into heaven in a blue beam of light, leaving behind not only all of these superstar jerk-offs, but surrounding the party house in hellfire, rapist demons and Danny McBride, who is the film’s true high point. Sadly, he leaves halfway through.

As interesting as an idea as this all is, it’s pretty much thrown on the floor of the backseat in favor of a constant barrage of continual semen jokes, gay jokes, masturbation jokes and, if that weren’t enough, rape jokes. So many rape jokes. Some at the expense of Emma Watson and Channing Tatum, surely fulfilling someone’s fanfic prophecies. 

In the end, This Is the End is really just these dudes, hanging out, getting high and arguing over candy bars and porno mags, and getting paid to do it. It’s all so forced and expected — one variation of the F-word after another — to the point that the viewer, unless red-eyed on the ganja himself, becomes almost immediately desensitized, taking what starts as hearty belly laughs to quiet chuckles to watch-checking sighs. —Louis Fowler

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