Starring Seth Rogen, James Franco, Jay Baruchel, Jonah Hill, Craig Robinson, Danny McBride, Emma Watson, Michael Cera, Christopher Mintz-Plasse, Rihanna and David Krumholtz.
Directed by Seth Rogen & Evan Goldberg.
This meta-movie where these actors play versions of themselves actually works quite nicely. Many of them tend to play themselves over and over, so why not just have them be themselves instead of with "character" names? I wonder if Adam Sandler's upset he didn't think of this first.
Jay Baruchel is visiting L.A., a town he doesn't really like. He and Seth Rogen hang out and get high (what's a Seth Rogen movie without everyone doing pot?) and then head to a party at James Franco's house. Jay doesn't really want to hang out, but that's when the apocalypse hits.
After the rapture and fire and brimstone and chaos, the cast gets whittled down to Seth, Jay, Franco, Jonah, Craig and Danny, and the six of them are holed up in Franco's house until they can figure out what their next move is.
Each guy is willing to make fun of himself. Jonah Hill has a new air of superiority about himself now that he's forever an "Academy-Award nominee." Even when he prays he introduces himself to God as "Jonah Hill, from Moneyball." Franco has a man-crush for Seth but wishes Danny would just die already. The six have to look at their shallow actorly lives to figure out why they've been left behind.
There is a lot of crudeness and pot humor, but it has a lot of funny moments as well.