Much of the comedy arises from watching a bunch of hapless blokes surviving on scraps. The fact that they’re famous actors playing carefully amplified versions of their public personas just adds a voyeuristic thrill to the proceedings.
Goldberg and Rogen’s scattershot approach to directing actually helps to maintain the pace. If ever the chortle-rate starts to dip, something’ll come along to provide another jolt of momentum: unexpected guest, sweded trailer, a Big Brother-style diary room for to-camera confessions…
As a celebrity’s-eye-view apocalypse movie, This Is The End delivers huge guffaws and large-scale carnage with enough gusto to mask the indulgences. You’ll never look at Michael Cera in the same way again.