“The World’s End” is more frantic than funny, but it’s still funny enough—just—to outweigh its own silliness.
The third and weakest in the “Three Flavours Cornetto” trilogy of director-writer Edgar Wright, writer-star Simon Pegg, and costar Nick Frost, the movie’s conceptually dodgier than 2004’s “Shaun of the Dead” or 2007’s “Hot Fuzz,” juggling as it does an epic pub crawl, the middle-age crises of childhood pals... aaand an attack of alien cyborgs with viscous blue blood. Pegg usually plays the uptight Super-Ego in Wright’s films, but “The World’s End” finds him as the movie’s braying Id, and his character wears out his welcome before the film’s half over. Still, it’s hard to dislike a movie that blames the Internet on aliens. Full story for BostonGlobe.com subscribers.
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