Paul has been promoted as another of the films in the lineage of Shaun of the Dead and Hot Fuzz, but that's not the case. The lack of Edgar Wright's snappy direction shows quite strongly here. And the humour's lacking, too. At one point, I was half an hour in, and it hadn't yet raised a smile. Some wry acknowledgement, yes, but not smiling, never mind laughing. It got better, but then, I was getting drunker.
It's stuffed with sf references, of course, this being at least some of the people behind Spaced. Some are obvious, since they're in the dialogue, some are more subtle; I haven't looked at the extras on the DVD yet, but I'm hoping there's a subtitle/audio track pointing them out. And, sad to say, in some parts, that would be better than watching the film itself. Way too many of the beats of the film are obvious.
Pegg's Graeme is barely distinguishable from Tim in Spaced; he's even an artist - why not just make a direct connection? Frost's Clive is much more toned down from his role in Shaun. It seems to work. Rogen does a very good job as Paul - I was surprised to discover it was him, given how abysmal Green Hornet was.
Overall, I'd give this 5.5/10, alas. The extras might bump that up another star.