This is a sin.
We introduced our impressionable young teen to the (limited) works of Edgar Wright by starting with the middle film of his Three Flavours Cornetto film trilogy: Hot Fuzz. In fairness though, we are saving Shaun of the Dead for a cosy family afternoon viewing, and World’s End is a tad darker. So we thought we’d cut the difference and start in the middle. Sorry, Edgar. (Also-please, please, please bring something else with Simon Pegg and Nick Frost back. Please?)
And now that I’ve utterly embarrassed myself on the internet (though I’m not actually worried, I get so little traffic here in this island of calm), I ought to talk about the movie.
This movie is nearly the best. I’ve thought very long and hard about it, and on balance, it falls only a little short of the coveted ‘Best’ tag. Not by much.
Meet Nick Angel, a Met police officer shipped off to the countryside as he is embarrassingly good. There he struggles to adjust to the new pace of sleepy village life, while upholding the law.
It’s lush. It’s rich in visual narrative and poker faced comedic moments that truly made me grin so much my face hurt. Why is it not ‘the best’ then? I guess I felt that it was just a little rushed in places. It would have been good to learn to love the village a little more before we started to see through the cracks. Perhaps it was a mistake to watch it so soon after Dead and Buried, which really mastered the slow build to the climax. Was the storytelling quite as rich as in The Gentlemen? Just a very few tweaks could have tipped the balance.
But don’t get me wrong. This movie is still amazeballs.