I saw Hot Fuzz last night, and oh. My. God. Edgar Wright, Simon Pegg, and Nick Frost (the trio also responsible for the brilliant “zom-rom-com” Shaun of the Dead) are geniuses.
Hot Fuzz reminded me of the Mel Brooks/Gene Wilder film Young Frankenstein. It’s both a loving tribute to and a ruthless skewering of its source material: fish-out-of-water comedies, English pastorals, bucolic thrillers, and buddy-cop action flicks. Miraculously, it is also a touching story of how the heroes, tightly wound London supercop Nicholas Angel (Pegg) and genial Sanford-bred wannabe Danny Butterman (Frost), learn from each other and grow as people. Lest you recoil from the suggestion of sap, I hasten to add that an old woman takes a flying kick to the face in a shot that, despite being featured in the TV ads, never stops being funny.
Seriously. Go see this film. If you don’t have fun, I will eat Angel’s tac vest with ketchup.