365 films
#35 Hot Fuzz
The amount I love Edgar Wright as a writer/director cannot be understood. Everything has a purpose, and not just some obscure pretentious purpose only the director understands. There’s a moment when an actor looks down the camera? Let’s not reshoot. We’ll just stick a till noise on the top and emphasise that breaking of the fourth wall. We’ll give away the entirety of the plot in the first few minutes, if you know what you’re looking for. Everything has a point. Even throwaway lines, like ‘even farmers’ mums carry guns’. Also, it makes me homesick.