Playing themselves, Seth Rogen and Jay Baruchel attend a party for all their hip, ironic actor friends at the Hollywood home of James Franco, but the festivities are interrupted by a strictly biblical apocalypse that leaves the aforementioned barricaded inside with Craig Robinson, Danny McBride, and Jonah Hill. This is the third feature written by Rogen and Evan Goldberg, and easily their best since Superbad (2007); their big joke is to literalize the Book of Revelation, but snaking around this is a biting contempt for the entertainment business, their own bad movies, and the social privilege these confer, which turns out to be not much help when the earth is opening up. If you've ever wanted to see Michael Cera impaled by a street lamp or Channing Tatum kept as a sex slave by survivalists, this is the movie for you. (It was for me.) Rogen and Goldberg directed.