Caught By The Fuzz

We went to our local Showcase Cinema last night to see the latest Simon Pegg film, Hot Fuzz. I was fully prepared not to like it, having not particularly enjoyed Mr Pegg's previous effort, Shaun of the Dead, but I'd promised Graeme that we'd go and see it. I was also fully prepared to fall asleep during the film, as I was suffering quite badly from exhaustion and going to the cinema was not very high on my list of Things I Really Want To Do Right Now.

In the end, I was surprised that I neither fell asleep nor hated the film. I actually really enjoyed it. In fact, I'd even go so far as to say I loved it. I'm not usually a big fan of comedy films, but Hot Fuzz had me laughing out loud. Even when not laughing I found myself smirking at the ridiculousness of the events unfolding on the screen, wondering what bizarre turn of events would come next. Just when I thought I'd seen it all, and things couldn't get any stranger, something even sillier would happen. It's not often a film manages to be both daft and intelligent, but Hot Fuzz is exactly that. And, unlike most of the "comedy" films I've sat through recently, it's actually funny. And it's British. Hurrah.

Lisa xxx