This Is the End

Too often, Hollywood comedies aimed at a male audience skew more towards the single-digit side of the age scale. Yet there’s a pretty potent distinction between puerile and “late-juvenile” humor. The former—all fart, poop and pratfall—is the stuff that the eye rolls of girlfriends and wives is made of (not to mention a good portion of Adam Sandler and Kevin James’ careers). But the latter, done right, is an equal opportunity amuser. (Oh, eyes may still roll, but they do so while laughing.) In This Is the End, Seth Rogen, James Franco and their band of the mostly usual suspects proves just how potent this rarer variant of comedy can be—and how much it, in turn, can benefit from the application of a little eschatological urgency.
Based on Jay and Seth Versus the Apocalypse, a 2007 short film by Rogen and Evan Goldberg, This Is the End starts off calm and mundane. Jay Baruchel arrives in Los Angeles to visit his good buddy Seth—everyone plays fictionalized versions of themselves—to hang out and catch up. For his part, Seth has prepped for his friend’s visit in a manner that’s thoughtful, sweet and a smidge illegal—stocking up on snacks, video games and pot. As attentive as he is to his bud’s preferences, Seth does insist they attend a party at James Franco’s house, an event guaranteed to be full of mutual acquaintances of the two men (though not friends of Jay).
Once there, it becomes clear that what for Seth constitutes hanging with his crowd, for Jay means enduring the company of people he can’t stand. These initial scenes are measured and humorous, recognizable First Act beats of an Apatow-flavored bro-mantic comedy.