Hot Fuzz

Homage or parody, Hot Fuzz is the best of modern British comedy. Police Constable Nicholas Angel is the pride of the London Service, trouble is is that he is making everybody else look bad, so much so his superiors promote him to Sergeant in the sleepy village of Sandford, Gloucestershire. Yet all is not right with Sandford as the locals start meeting grizzly deaths, thus thrusting Angel into his biggest case so far. The biggest question on most film goers lips was could the pairing of Edgar Wright and Simon Pegg triumphantly follow the monster cult success of Shaun Of The Dead? Well the…

I was not sure what to expect from this movie that I found on Netflix a while ago while browsing through the catalog. The movie poster makes it look like a hard-boiled police action movie but reading the reviews it became clear that it was more of a comedy. I had not heard of the movie before but it generally got good reviews so the other evening me and the boys sat down to watch it. This is a fun movie. A good, old-fashioned British comedy. The core story could very well have been a serious crime story but the way it is implemented makes it so incredibly silly in a fun way. It starts off…

A victim of his own meticulous success, “Angel” (Simon Pegg) is promoted to sergeant but relocated from the metropolis to a remote rural constabulary where he anticipates that nothing much will go wrong under the watchful eye of “Insp. Butterman” (Jim Broadbent). Less than impressed with this enforced relocation, he arrives in a town where everyone already knows who he is and where the pub with fellow cop, the younger ”Butterman” (Nick Frost), where he downs some orange juice before bed in his hotel room is his only real diversion. One night, though, the pair are to be representatives of the…

Buckle up, buttercup - you're gonna see things beyond imagination, especially if you've never waded into these completely over-the-top waters before. The 'moderate violence' part of the tagline is sort of on target: no one's brains are blown out, nobody pitches face-first into a woodchipper,or gets run straight over by a train. Otherwise - SPOILER ALERT - people are creatively dispatched by falling mortar and other ingenious (and inglorious) means. The second half of this utter insanity is like a hysterical mashup of Pulp Fiction and The Blues Brothers, with a dash of Monte Python thrown in…