THe World's End - a short review
Science fiction science fiction you’re just a genre with bad diction. So said no one – ever in the entire history of time. But the point is Sci-Fi is a genre and therefore down in the literary pecking order. Hey but hold yer eight legged green equine creatures a moment. Isn’t that whole hierarchy of aesthetics a pooey phoney Victorian thing? You know where historical paintings are more important than portraits or landscapes and shit. It is? Oh good because for a moment I thought we were still applying such moronic notions to art today. Like that other idea that art can’t be entertaining and serious. I took my 13-year-old son to see World’s End earlier this month. He was thrilled because the certificate was a 15 and not I’ll have you a 15A, which would have meant that I would have had to simply decide in my parental wisdom that he was mature enough to see the film. Oh no the missing A meant that we were officially sticking it to the man. And we were real men. Just like the blokes on th...