February 21st, 2007


Hot Fuzz

We went to see this film last night (bellinghwoman and I, with bugshaw and major_clanger, groliffe and Caro WINOLJ, and aardvark179), and I think we all enjoyed it.

It's a film by Simon Pegg, who was responsible for Shaun of the Dead, and like SotD, it's a comedy spoof on a whole genre. In this case, rather than the zombie horror movies, this was of the hard cop action movie. (Hence the 'fuzz' in the title, of course.)

Simon Pegg plays Nicholas Angel, a Met policeman who is dedicated to his work. He has an arrest record 400% above average. He always goes by the book, and he's a real stickler for the paperwork. All in all, he's become an embarrassment to his superiors, so they decide he needs to be promoted to sergeant. Oh, and there's no London vacancy for a sergeant, so transferred to the West Country to boot. Anything to avoid showing up the rest of the Met. And so we have an idyllic film about rural policing in a small Gloucestershire town, one with almost no crime at all, though a sadly high accident rate.

Well, no, of course it's not that simple. Yes, Sandford has almost no crime, but there's something going on, and Angel is the outsider who sees it all with a clearer vision, who notes that 'the hoodie infestation' that the local Community Watch is warning about is not the real problem.

Thus described, it sounds fairly mundane. But this is Simon Pegg, and this is a spoof film, and it also manages to be really very funny. The incongruity of hard Hollywood cop movie transplanted to a West Country village is delightfully silly (though this is similar to the SotD trick of taking the common US Mall Zombie and putting it in London suburbia).

And it has a full quota of Brit comics, from Jim Broadbent as the kindly station commander through to Bill Bailey as the oddly forgetful evening and morning front desk officer.

Recommended. 15 certificate, due to bad language, under-age drinking, and some rather nasty comeuppances.

General News

Herself is off work today (and was yesterday, too). She thought she'd just cricked her back, but it wasn't going away, and she'd got herself a high temperature too. When she went to the doctor yesterday, it was diagnosed as a kidney infection, she was given antibiotics, and it should clear up fairly quickly now.

It did mean though that yesterday evening's trip to Cambridge to go see Hot Fuzz (see previous post) was a little bit trickier, since every single bump in the road caused her to squeak. I used one of the disabled spaces in the car park, because every foot she walked was painful.

This morning, I took the car round to the tyre place. The tyres are supposed to be at 32 psi, but the driver's side rear was able to drop to half that in a mere 4 days. A close look showed that a screw had gone straight through the tread and was protruding a good inch inside. Well, a quick job to extract the screw, drill its entry point out and patch. Or a simple job unless the workshop has broken its drill, so they had to try to borrow one from a neighbour, but it didn't fit their airline, so they carried my tyre round to drill it at their neighbour's ...

Ah well, it only took an extra hour, and £15 for a repair is a damned sight cheaper than replacing the tyre. (I asked them what they'd quote for a replacement if I'd have needed one, and it was nearly £250!)