Sandford is as quiet as it is advertised, which depresses Nick. This makes his fellow constables look bad, so they have him forcibly promoted and transferred to Sandford, a country village with the lowest crime rate in the country. His arrest record far surpasses that of any other officer, and he continues to undergo training to better his skills. Nicholas Angel (Simon Pegg) is undoubtedly London's finest constable. It's time for these small-town cops to break out some big-city justice.
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However, as a series of grisly accidents rocks the village, Angel is convinced that Sandford is not what it seems and as the intrigue deepens, Danny's dreams of explosive, high-octane, car-chasing, gunfighting, all-out action seem more and more like a reality. Angel is quick to dismiss this as childish fantasy and Danny's puppy-like enthusiasm only adds to Angel's growing frustration. The son of amiable Police Chief Frank Butterman, Danny is a huge action-movie fan and believes his new big-city partner might just be a real-life "bad boy" and his chance to experience the life of gunfights and car chases he so craves. Once there, he is partnered with the well-meaning but overeager police officer Danny Butterman. As a result, Angel's superiors send him to a place where his talents won't be quite so embarrassing: the sleepy, seemingly-crime-free village of Sandford. He's so good, he makes everyone else look bad. Needs more of a short, sharp schlock.Nicholas Angel is the finest cop London has to offer, with an arrest record 400% higher than any other officer on the force. The first half's a blast, but as the comedy/action/horror/parody piles up, Hot Fuzz cools down. One silly ending is fine, two is pushing it, but the strained and stodgy triple blowout proves that Pegg and Frost are, like their characters, content to enjoy the fantasy of living inside a US blockbuster - and until we lose that ironic awe and just get on with making a proper British action movie, the result is always going to feel like this: a bit of a cop-out. Perhaps sensing the stumble, Wright desperately layers on a multi-tiered conclusion. Action or comedy, cop parody or Wicker Man-style outsider horror? Despite a peppering of well-crafted set-pieces, it skitters out of its comic groove once the semi-serious drama kicks in. This straining for substance highlights the big hitch: Hot Fuzz simply doesn’t know what it is or what it wants to be. Cinema-size, the jittery energy is quickly burned up.
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Clanging around the edges of a TV screen, it felt fresh and feisty. Wright’s whiplash style hasn’t really evolved since Spaced. Angel is just an extended, stiff, uppity badass parody as seen before in countless skits and Comic Strip movies. Shaun was his ragged urban Everyman warm, wearied, intimate. Paddy Considine and Rafe Spall are outstanding as sledgehammer-sarky Detective- Sergeants (“Wanna be a big cop in a small town? Fuck off to the model village!”)īut while Frost is, as ever, the film’s cuddly, comic soul, Pegg can’t pump much heart into his by-the-book academy swot SWAT. When the action wilts, policewoman Dirty Doris (Olivia Colman) drops in sleazy, Carry On-style sucker-punchlines. Because there aren’t many crime-kicks in the sticks, the entire cop-shop shambles about, scoffing gateaux. Post-Spaced and Shaun, Pegg and Frost are so practised at the cruddy-buddy thing, they’re cocky enough to glide along on a skiddy sheen of recurring, character-based mini-jokes.
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