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What will Wright and Pegg set their targets for next? I don't know, but I'll be watching.
On the strength of Shaun of the Dead, his droll zombie bash, the spot-on Don't Scream trailer in Grindhouse and now this, director Edgar Wright is one of the four or five contemporary directors of comedy worth watching.
New York Magazine/Vulture:
Hot Fuzz is fun, and it's nice to see all the English character actors who aren't busy in Harry Potter films, but it lacks its predecessor's freshness.
J. R. Jones,
The transplanted action cliches mix easily with the eccentric English characters, and as a director Wright is adept at framing and cutting for excitement as well as laughs.
Eleanor Ringel Gillespie,
Edgar Wright and Simon Pegg's follow-up effort to their smash success Shaun of the Dead skillfully eludes the dread sophomore slump.
Hot Fuzz is everything an action-comedy should be. It achieves through parody what most films in the genre can't accomplish straight.
Go, laugh and try to figure out the mystery. But be warned: You'll be checking your watch before it's over.
It's to the Lethal Weapon movies what left-hand driving on a country lane is to a freeway chase: pokey, more than a little daft, but with a bloody surprise around every hedge.
Los Angeles Times:
It's a ridiculous plot, but one that's absolutely in the spirit of the films they're satirizing.
For a movie based on the stunted mental development and perfect action timing of American crime-fighting pics, Hot Fuzz has surprisingly little idea of how to get to its point, or when.
Hot Fuzz is warm at the beginning, too cool in the middle and boiling at the end -- which makes it too close to lukewarm.
For most of its running time, it's an enjoyably unpretentious celebration of the guilty pleasure we can take from a stupid-as-all-get-out car chase or from watching things blow up real good.
A breakneck action-comedy that could put the final digit on Lethal Weapon and its kind, if there is any mercy.
Summer hasn't arrived, but the funniest riff on a summer movie genre has already landed.
The movie duly quickens into pursuits of every speed, and the homage to action thrillers is there in the smallest detail; the clicking of a ballpoint pen, say, is amplified to sound as menacing as the cocking of a gun.
Hot Fuzz runs a bit long for a cop spoof, but it is also one of the funniest law enforcement comedies this side of The Naked Gun.
New York Daily News:
Pegg and Wright are armed with an endlessly impressive arsenal of attention grabbers, from witty editing tricks to a wry soundtrack and a joke-packed script that demands multiple viewings.
New York Post:
The U.S. audience may be stung to find beloved action cliches desecrated, but these Britheimers are on to something.
New York Times:
Think of Hot Fuzz, a British parody of Hollywood-style action flicks, as The Full Monty blown to smithereens.
This rude, bodily fluid-spattered romp is like the Red Bull version of every bad buddy police picture a little Lethal Weapon, a lot of Bad Boys, and waaaaay too much Point Break.
Although Hot Fuzz is a good 30 minutes too long (the ending -- or endings -- are endless), it is also good for long stretches of laughs.
This movie wants to tickle the funny bone while telling a story that's worth telling. For the most part, [director] Wright achieves this aim.
Hot Fuzz may not quite hit the same level of raucous mayhem [as Shaun of the Dead]. But I think it's even sharper and funnier, and Wright and Pegg never run out of ideas.
San Francisco Chronicle:
Only people who have an equal fondness for strolls through English cottage gardens and Dirty Harry movies are going to fall madly in love with the film, but just about everybody is going to like it.
It's such a vibrant goof, so full of love both for the movies and for its cast of ridiculous characters that you forgive it the odd soggy stretch.
St. Louis Post-Dispatch:
Because this culture-clash comedy has real characters, a real story and a real big payoff, the two-hour length is a light sentence.
The straight-faced spoof is really quite funny, if you can get beyond the graphic gore and mind-numbing final 30 minutes.
Globe and Mail:
Hot Fuzz may not be quite at its predecessor's mark, but the cast sure is -- they're all, every last one of them, Shauns of the Deadpan.
What prevents Hot Fuzz from crossing over into already well-travelled Naked Gun territory is the constant bouncing of high-Hollywood style and the timid, teatime setting.
Wright and Pegg have topped Shaun of the Dead by trans(atlantic)planting a whole gaggle of genres.
It's not a perfect template - running motifs are glaringly flagged up and there are at least two too many climaxes - but for both gags and thrills, few current British filmmakers come close.
Though it's no Monty Python, Hot Fuzz is a clever, over-the-top marriage of mayhem and merriment.
A straight-faced British spoof of everything from Yank crimers and slasher pics to Agatha Christie whodunits and homoerotic U.S. buddy movies.
It's a little gloomier, a little coarser, and a lot more cerebral -- oh, and funnier than all the Reno 911! boxed sets combined.
Hot Fuzz could easily have lost 20 minutes or so in jittery montages and stylized set pieces. But for viewers in the mood for smart-stupid slapstick, it's a diverting jape.