Thursday, March 24, 2011
Paul, simply put, is a blast. It's really a wet-dream for movie geeks and it's going to appeal most to fans of late 70's/early 80's sci-fi (and Spielberg in general). The gist -- two lovable buddies (Simon Frost and Nick Pegg) take a UFO-inspired road-trip only to meet a real-life, F-bomb-dropping, joint-smoking alien (perfectly voiced by Seth Rogen) who's being pursued by FBI agents (Bill Hader, Jason Bateman) -- is pure stoner-movie material to be sure, and with Greg Mottola at the helm (Superbad, The Daytrippers, Adventureland), Paul sort of amiably shambles about from scene to scene, sampling pop-culture from the last 30 years, dropping a shit-ton of movie references, blowing some stuff up real nice, and having fun for the entire time. Unless you're a total kill-joy then I think it'll be next to impossible to actively hate a movie like Paul; it might not be your exact cup of tea but it's too lovable a movie to really hate on. The film is an interesting hybrid of sly British comedy (these are the guys responsible for writing Shaun of the Dead and Hot Fuzz, two critically revered movies that I've only liked, not loved) and raucous Apatowian riffing. It's not a movie that needs to be analyzed too much. It's just silly entertainment, nothing more, nothing less.