The second of Simon Pegg and Edgar Wright’s genre experiments (last time: zombie movie meets romcom; this time, buddy flick meets Midsomer Murders) is filled with gentle British laughs and chaotic American ultraviolence.
Pegg plays a London copper whose record is so good, he’s making everyone else look bad. Transferred to a sleepy village, he finds nothing is, woo-oooh, exactly as it seems. Though spoiled a bit by the bizarre last twenty minutes, Hot Fuzz still knows who it’s shooting for (mildly ironic Playstation-addled thirtysomethings) and picks them off expertly.
Extras: Quite funny/informative commentaries. 4*