Hot Fuzz: Not a Venereal Disease

It's about to go off.

That was the first thing I said when I tried to convince this girl I liked in High School to watch Edgar Wright’s Buddy-Cop masterpiece.

It’s hard to get a girl to go out with you if you ask her to watch something like “Hot Fuzz,” because it does in fact sound like an infection in the nether regions. Although it wasn’t the best choice for a romantic night, I got to see the movie I wanted to see, and the girl wasn’t right for me anyway, so it all worked out in the end.

Hot Fuzz has become one of my favorite movies of all time, and is probably my favorite buddy-cop movie ever. I grew up a cop-film connoisseur, being that my father is a cop. By the time I was fifteen, I had seen all the classics. Dirty Harry, Die Hard, Lethal Weapon – you name it, I had seen it. When I reached College, we were (and are still) having a major drought in the action-cop-comedy genre. There just wasn’t a lot coming out that was good anymore. Owing to its origins across the pond, and it’s smallish budget, I wasn’t even aware of it till it came out on DVD. However, when I saw the preview online, I knew that it was for me. I thought perhaps it was the movie I had been waiting for.

How right I was.

Many people who haven’t seen the movie, or aren’t as familiar with the cop-genre as they should be usually see Hot Fuzz as a parody of the buddy-cop film genre. Let’s get a little something straight here. Parodies are films like Scary Movie and it’s much less funny spiritual descendants like Date Movie and The 41-Year-Old Virgin who Knocked Up Sarah Marshall and felt Superbad about it (yes that’s a real title). A parody, like the ones mentioned before, is like a series of witty (or otherwise) pop-culture references that lasts for two-and-a-half hours.

This is not one of those films. Continue reading