Hot Fuzz-y wuzzies

Great, great, great flick. Plot summaries are lame, so I’m just going to fellate the filmmakers here, skip it if that bores you. Simon Pegg, Edgar Wright and Nick Frost are guys I will pledge to buy unlimited beers for from now until the end of time. I could be living in a box with a jar of pennies as my last monetary possession and if these boys showed up, I would gladly use every last thin cent for their intoxication.

First of all, I would have agreed with this sentiment after seeing Shaun of the Dead– I wouldn’t have gone to the next-level hyperbole, but that movie gets nothing but love from me. The moment it became an on-pain-of-death oath was the invocation of Chinatown in Hot Fuzz. The second my brain processed it, laughed out loud (yes, I’m the annoying person behind you) only to be met with complete silence. From what I could tell, no one else in the theater got it or thought it was so clearly goddamned hilarious. Sure there was much laughing at the many action-love-fest lines, Bad Boys camera spins, Unforgiven main street reaction CUs and etcs, but not Chinatown?! It was an unmitigated moment of awesome. So Ed, Nick and Simon- you guys will always have a unlimited pint on credit with me.

It should be noted- I love good, fun over the top cheese for the sake of cheese. It’s a product of my childhood enjoyment of movies where I would see something impossible and not know it was impossible. The wonder, the innocence of movies, goddammit! That’s what it’s all about. This is just as important to me as delivering a message, making critical and important observations of humanity and culture, and all the wonderful things that movies do and why I love them. I appreciate reviewing History’s greatest tragedies and recognizing the emotions those sorts of films stir in me. And I like deconstucting an insanely complex metaphor as much as the next girl.

But I like watching shit blow the fuck up, too.

This is why I love Edgar Wright and Co, because they geniunely understand this sentiment and make films accordingly. And yeah, there’s a streak of bitch in me that likes getting jokes no one else does, but I try not to be obnoxious about it. I’m sure I fail spectacularly. But I’m not alone, and if you can appreciate any of this, then there should be plenty about Hot Fuzz that you’ll enjoy and I demand you watch it, blog about it, fucking whatever to raise these boys’ stock in the film industry (and I don’t even know if it’s even all that low, but where ever it is, it needs to be higher) because this is the stuff I want to see more of. And if you have a problem with that, I may have to kill you.

So much love.

ETA: Yes, I totally went out and bought a Peace lily.