Awful, unfunny, cliche, derivative crap. At this point, I think it's pretty clear that unless JJ Abrams or Edgar Wright are in charge, Simon Pegg's content to just phone it in on mediocre movies.
The character Pegg plays here is wildly inconsistent and it feels like a new writer wrote each individual scene. Pegg never mentions his mom once, but jeopardizes his career for her at the end, Pegg takes a writing job for the sole purpose of becoming a…
The gags seem a little more contrived this time around and so much of what's going on with Chris Kline, the short guy and Finch is cliche and lame.
But, Stifler and Jim's Dad are still pretty funny. Also, John Cho's stuff is surprisingly hilarious. And Alyson Hannigan in those outfits near the end? I had to slowly dab beads of sweat from my brow with a handkerchief.
It's Sept. 1, dudes! That means Halloween season in effect!!
This movie is endlessly scary. You want proof? There's a scene where Michael is standing on a suburban street, half obscured by shrubs in broad daylight and it's about the scariest fucking thing you'll ever see in your life. If your monster can be scary just loitering around the neighborhood during the day, then you're a damn good director.
It has always bothered me that Loomis shows up at the…