After almost 10 years, I've finally gotten around to The World's End.

Why did it take me almost a decade to get around to watching a Wright/Pegg/Frost film?

Well, around the same time in 2013, another film involving the end of the world, alcoholics, and partying was released along side it: "This Is The End".

Difference being that film's lineup of comedians was that kind of B-list Comedy Central-level lineup that's, to be fair, has aged well. But at the time these actors were not the hallmark of quality. For me, at least.

Fast-forward to the home video release of both films.

By this time I can't remember which one is which. Rather than look it up, like a rationally thinking person, I play a guessing game.

The Wright film was not the one I picked.

See, much like the drunken men in both of these movies, my memory was fuzzy. But I somehow manage this state without alcohol. Which makes the following sound more plausible: I was a quarter of the way through the film before I finally said to myself, "There sure seems to be a lot less Simon Pegg in this film than I was led to believe. "

In fact, I'd completely hated the movie up to this point. Top that with finding out Uncle Pegg and Nicky would not be showing up to the party at any point and, well, I did what anyone would do in that situation and turned it off.

By process of elimination, you would think I would have realized that "The World's End" was, in fact, the Wright film. Except I did not seek it out, still shaken from the trauma of "This is The End".

I did not return to this film until almost a decade later while watching video in Vanity about the projects Edgar has worked on. Once I finally confirmed the title of the film I hit pause on the documentary and popped over to find it on HBO Max.

Finally, tonight, I sat back and relaxed -- time to fill in this part of my bucket list.

...funny thing: it started off with me believing it was a film about the end of the world.

But then as I got further into it, I said to myself, "Oh, it's NOT that kind of film; this is much sadder and a more personal story about a guy stuck completely in the past. This is going to hit hard."

Then, just as I'd settled in and shifted my expectations properly, Pegg slams a child's head against the wall and the kid's skull shatters, spilling blue blood everywhere. And it just goes off the goddamned rails from there, while still servicing the initial emotional threads.

This film fucking rocks. Well worth the stupid personal journey.