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March 26, 2007 | by  | in Film |
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Hot Fuzz

It’s not everyday that you see a quaint sunny English village being so brutally and hilariously depicted as you do in Edgar Wright’s latest offering Hot Fuzz.

Heroic cop Nicholas Angel (Simon Pegg) is demoted to the countryside after shaming the London police by being too good at his job. Hilarity ensues as he adapts to the new job.

However strange events start to occur around the village; people are murdered, underage drinkers cause havoc, mines are detonated, grandmothers are fly-kicked in the face and large quantities of cake and biscuits are consumed.

The film begins rapidly, setting the scene and doing all the standard filmy things, with some great early cameos by Bill Nighy and Martin Freeman (Tim from The Office). After this introduction, the film kicks into mid gear and gets into the meat and potatoes of the rather absurd plot, introducing the bumbling PC Butterman (Nick Frost), Angel’s hilarious sidekick as well as the rest of the village idiots. Unfortunately this is where the film stylistically starts to go awry. In between the jokes and physical gags (of which there are many, and many are hilarious) there are lots of stodgy filler bits which serve no real purpose to the film and only result in drawing out its running time to a rather long 2 hours. Consequently the hilarity is often sporadic and by the end of the film rather tiresome, requiring a conscious effort to remain entertained. As a side effect of this, the plot at times becomes confusing and hard to follow, events appear as though they were created for comedic value as opposed to any sense of cohesion.

But it’s not all bad and when its good, it’s really, really good. The on screen chemistry between Pegg and Frost is brilliant, reminiscent of their last film Shaun of the Dead. The acting and characterisation are all top notch, as well as the numerous parodies of action flicks such as Point Blank and Bad Boys Two which are subtly inserted into the action. Even He-Man and the Masters of the Universe gets a look in.

The film is also stylishly gory. Weta workshops did the special effects, and much of the gore is tactfully done but hilariously excessive – an obvious salute by Edgar Wright to Peter Jackson’s classic Brain Dead which is a heavy influence on the film. If pointed masonry, decapitating people and people being tastefully stabbed with shears is too much for you, stay away from this film.

However it is the finale of Hot Fuzz (once we finally got to it – the film has about three climatic endings) that really got the laugh till you cry effect. It’s unexpected, violent, dramatic and down right hilarious ending had the entire theatre clutching their sides.

Hot Fuzz is a great film to watch with the lads, or even with the girls. However don’t expect a classic Hollywood comedy filled with soppy endings and over acting. Hot Fuzz is gritty, hilarious, clever and an ultimately pleasing film. Just make sure you bring a snack and have had some sleep, because you’re in for a hilarious but overly drawn out ride.

EDGAR WRIGHT

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