Something about British humor makes it very attractive. It is probably the combination of subtlety and effectiveness going hand-in-hand which makes people like me go watch their movies, especially the comedies. Maybe it’s the accent. A Brit can sound like a Carlin-Einstein hybrid when he or she is really talking about something excruciating like the crappy London weather.
Sergeant Nicholas Angel (Simon Pegg) is an overly dedicated member of the Police “Service”. Compared to the other donut-downing fatties, he’s practically a commando; doing everything by the book and making his colleagues look bad. Everyone in his precinct decide to send him off to a more low-key place which is located a couple of miles south of I-Don’t-Give-A-Sh*t-shire. He teams up with a hilarious character, PC Danny Butterman (Nick Frost)–he’s a complete idiot but he has a big heart.
The snooze town turns upside down when Sgt. Nick trails a series of mysterious murders which ultimately lead to a group of silver foxes running an undercover despotic cult which judges and executes guiltless targets with a single hand wave. And this propagates to a fantastic final shootout. Have you ever seen a group of seemingly helpless, machine-gun-toting grannies get mowed down? If not, then Hot Fuzz is my gift for you.
What I’m going to mention now really brings me back to the days of Shaun of the Dead, which is a comedic zombie rave with a surprisingly sad ending brought to you by the same creators. In Hot Fuzz much of the comedy is interspersed between moments of utmost grisliness and bloodshed. Maybe I can’t put it in good words but let me try painting a picture: Imagine being tied down to the floor. Four people start tickling you and you start laughing uncontrollably. Then a fifth person joins in and starts to slowly drill your skull with a portable 12-V battery-powered Black and Decker.
Overall, Hot Fuzz is an extremely entertaining film with a few gut-wrenching moments. If you have the least bit of sense of humor, you will undoubtedly enjoy this film. And if the images of garden shears piercing through an old lady’s neck give you an instant hard-on then you must catch this film… and you must leave my site immediately.