What’s the Story?
A deadbeat comic book artist and a deabeat comic book writer go to Comicon in San Diego, then road trip across America. Then they pick up an alien (Paul) who was stranded on Earth in 1947 and help him get back to his mothership. On their way, they encounter a bible-believing woman whose faith is shattered by Paul’s existence.
What’s the Problem?
In a word, Paul. He’s an obnoxious stoner. He’s like the bearded guy from The Hangover, only CGI, which isn’t enough to carry the whole film. Yes, he defies our expectations of a high-voiced, demure Little Grey alien, but that’s not 90 minutes of entertainment. Once you accept “Oh, he’s a jerk”, you need something more to base your film on.
Which is a ptiy, because there’s good stuff in this film. It’s Simon Pegg and Nick Frost. But it’s not up to the quiet brilliance of Shaun of the Dead or the balls-out ridiculous action of Hot Fuzz. It’s better than most comedies, but not a game-changer.



