Just saw Hot Fuzz, the new masterpiece from the absolutely brilliant Simon Pegg and Nick Frost. Abso-freaking-lutely brilliant.
I didn’t see Shaun of the Dead, but having heard good things about that particular flesh-eating zombie movie, I decided to give this one a try. Let me just say this: This one will definitely go in the DVD collection.
Fuzz, about a tough-as-nails, by-the-book London cop who gets reassigned to a sleepy town in the British countryside, is a unique hybrid of your usual summer action blockbusters, Reno 911!, the creepiness of “Our Town,” and a dose of Grand Theft Auto thrown in. What makes this movie notches better than most of what Hollywood churns out as action movies is actually pretty simple: It’s British. There’s just something about the British sensibility and sense of humor that somehow makes a fairly graphic scene involving a church spire and someone’s head… I don’t know… somehow appropriate.
Score another one for the “I love England” column.
So, my unsolicited endorsement #2: If you want to walk out of a movie feeling like you should after seeing one of the best action movies you’ve seen in a while, then go enjoy the hot fuzziness.