Hot Fuzz is not a sci-fi film, but it is the second installment of Edgar Wright’s Cornetto series (which I started ranting about here). Ergo, Hot Fuzz is relevant to our discussion. (Ergo, this is my blog and I do what I want.)
Nicholas Angel (Simon Pegg) is an exceptional cop whose intimidatingly perfect record compels his London colleagues to reassign him to a little country village where nothing seems to happen – “seems” being the operative word.
Hot Fuzz would be recommendation-worthy based off of Sergeant Angel’s interactions with Nick Frost’s “Danny” alone. Nick Frost’s portrayal is one of the film’s highlights – which, given the unbelievable cast of A+ actors is saying something. The script’s quick and funny attitude is enhanced by the rapid-fire editing, the excellent musical cues (and winking sound effects). With a killer host of characters, a punchy soundtrack, a script full of quotable lines, and snappy comedic timing, it’s hard not to love this buddy-cop parody/murder mystery from shot one.
The movie’s only gaping flaw lies at its finish. The ending isn’t disappointing or out of place—the story just drags. And for a film that consists of 99% rapid-fire wit in dialogue, direction, and editing, that kind of last minute clunkiness stands out like a swan in the road. If the rest of Hot Fuzz weren’t so damn perfect, I doubt its Return of the King-like, multitudinous endings would detract so much from the audience experience.
That being said, Hot Fuzz is endlessly rewatchable, just like the other installments of the Cornetto Trilogy. It is my favorite of the three, though I have friends who found it too manic for their tastes. That’s a matter of opinion, of course; but, if you get the chance to watch a big city cop hilariously investigate a series of small-town murders, do feel free to spool through.
It doesn’t look like Hot Fuzz is available to stream on Netflix, but you can rent the DVD or buy a copy off of iTunes or Amazon. (Photograph chased across the model village from the shop to the pub.)