Better than 75% of the shit out there.
Better than Paul in many ways, but also irritating.
Hot Fuzz is a great film ruined by a second half steeped in “comedy horror”.
While the gore isn’t as disturbing as that in American Psycho [a film which really relishes its own sick perversity], it’s still unnecessary.
In what kind of age and societies do we live where such trivialization of bloodshed is embraced as “funny”?
Perhaps it’s some social scourge that as popped up as a byproduct of the War “on” Terror.
Nevertheless, it is a filmmaking trend which is as trite as it is disgusting.
Simon Pegg and Nick Frost are plenty talented without such puerile Ed Gein fantasies.
Is pretty good.
Pretty good movie.
But then starts to lag.
But I at least made it through it.
So that means it’s pretty good, you know?
Ok, take off, you hosers!
Here is a truly great movie.
I walked out of the theater the first time I encountered this film.
I only made it about 10 minutes.
It was godawful.
But then years later I found the key to unlock this masterpiece.
The way Lloyd Christmas’s front tooth is chipped.
His ludicrous bowl cut.
And Harry’s mess of blonde, frizzy locks.
Jim Carrey is excellent in this film.
I may not agree with his hysterical (not funny) politics these days (and I don’t), but there’s no denying his talent as Lloyd Christmas.
He was born for this role.
But what makes this really a masterpiece is that Jeff Daniels is equally good as his sidekick.
Daniels is a hell of an actor.
A very accomplished thespian.
Carey is more the Jerry Lewis type, but that’s neither here nor there.
But let’s give credit where credit is due.
The Farrelly brothers (Peter and Bobby) wrote an excellent vehicle for these two actors.
And Peter did a magnificent job as director of this picture.
But let’s not leave out Lauren Holly.
Her performance here is indispensable.
Mike Starr is also great as the mobster on the tail of Lloyd and Harry.
So while this might seem like a throwaway, disposable flick, it is, in reality, a well-thought-out, genius piece of cinema…if one can merely manage to get inside its eccentricity.
Almost a masterpiece.
Off the rails.
Better than Bean.
Maybe think I’m not taking this writing thing serious.
To rethink fundamental things.
Perhaps not as solid as show.
But big difference feature length to sitcom squash.
Can I ever regain?
Wait for next episode to see Bean Cannes.
But, at root, watching a film.
See it again.
Welcome to the trauma of real life.
All. Like Dostoyevsky.
Art has dribbled out since Podesta débâcle.
And then we come to QAnon.
Real or fake?
What would Orson Welles make of this PSYOP?
War of the world.
Buried deep in a movie review.
I cannot say for sure.
I hope it’s real.
A good movie.
This one approaches masterpiece.
But falls off in the second half.
And yet, it is a real treat.
In the vein of Ali G.
Sacha Baron Cohen is the most important comedian working.
Aside from my other hero, Donald Trump.
There will never be another Peter Sellers.
Never another Andy Kaufman.
But we have Cohen and Trump.
As you were, lads.
Actually, good movie.
But still not Borat.
The Dictator is like self-parody.
Jon Spencer understands.
I don’t want to write more.
What more can I say?
I need to watch the next film.
This is a different sort of urgency.
Not so much the impressionism of the past, but the mania of the present.
Film is to be enjoyed.