At the Movies: Hot Fuzz

Went to the cinema last Friday for the first time in about 18 months. Saw Hot Fuzz, the smash-hit Brit comedy starring two funnymen I've always got time for: Simon Pegg (Spaced, Shaun of the Dead, Run, Fat Boy, Run and more) and Nick Frost (Spaced, Shaun of the Dead, Hyperdrive et. al.) plus a vast range of cameo appearances by just about anybody who's anybody in British comedy acting.

Anyhow, great movie. A quite wonderful send-up of every cliché-ridden Hollywood buddy-cop blockbuster under the sun, but set in a sleepy Gloucestershire village (turns out it looked familiar for a reason: it was filmed in Wells, which isn't so far from where my Gran used to live, so I must have visited a fair few times as a lad).

Won't spoil the plot, or pre-empt any of the punchlines for you... you should just go see it. But don't bother buying the bucket of fizzy pop on the way in: you'll be in too much danger of snorting the stuff down your nose to be able to drink it.

And now that Jo and I have tentativley re-established the cinema-going habit, we might be tempted to check out a couple of new releases that my Odeon Cinemail tells me are out this week: The Good Shepherd looks like it might have potential, but is probably more likely to be Sky+ fodder for next year. The number 23 looks a bit more interesting. And the movie I really want to see on opening night, 300, isn't on general release until March 28th. But that one's a definite.