Dork Shelf sits down with writer-director Edgar Wright and actor Nick Frost to talk about their trilogy capping comedy The World's End, working with Simon and everyone they have grown close to one last time, what separates this effort from the recent glut of “manchild” moves, how nostalgia for music is a trademark of stunted adolescents, what their next plans together might be like if they ever happen, the one awkward thing that Frost always seems to have to do on his wife’s birthday, and why Wright has changed his opinion on Bad Boys 2 (somewhat).
Enter for a chance to win one of ten pairs of passes to the Toronto premiere of Edgar Wright's The World's End on Wednesday, August 7th, courtesy of Dork Shelf and eOne Films. Who knows? Maybe there will even be a surprise guest there...
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