Hot Fuzz

Apparently the reason the Cheesm hasn't posted on my blog for so long is because he only posts when he disagrees with me. This means I have been utterly dull and predictable of late and, worryingly, suggests that the two of us have been in agreement for a good two or three months , which is surely a record. Note to self: must try to be controversial.

Unfortunately, I was going to report on Hot Fuzz, which I know is not going to be in the least bit controversial, and anyway, the Cheesm and I have discussed this already. Hot Fuzz was brilliantly funny and had the added bonus of being (inexplicably) a 15, so there were no ferral youths flicking popcorn at me from the backseats of Camden Odeon's Screen One (I know, I know, they don't show stuff like this at Screen on the Hill.) I was amused by Metro's warning, underneath all the other 15s that contain "sex scenes", "sex references", "violence" etc, Hot Fuzz contained, apparently, "extreme comic violence and language". Extreme comic violence? Does that make it extremely comic, or extremely violent? Or both? And language? The British film I'm about to see contains language? Which one? English? Italian? Swahili? You're kidding me!

I'm not really sure how to describe Hot Fuzz. I suppose it's Scary Movie meets Lethal Weapon meets the Wicker Man, with the whole lot transported ostensibly to Gloucestershire (though it's filmed in Wells) but that definition makes less sense written down than it did in my head. Basically it's a piss-take on American cop shoot-out movies, with the Shoot-out to End All Shoot-0uts in the Somerfield carpark (incidentally also the Cinema carpark in Wells, Wells cinema being a large shed with no parking spaces of its own.) You get the feeling that at this point in the film they realised they had a lot of money left over, and in their over-excitement said "hey, let's make it even longer!" What you end up with is twenty minutes or so of slightly trippy carnage ("extreme comic violence", I presume) interspersed with me going "I've been there. And there. And there", much to F's anoyance. It has become an unwritten rule that I can only see films that have been filmed near where I live/used to live - the last Simon Pegg film was largely shot around Ferme Park Road in Haringay, though ironically my cameo was shot on Wormwood Scrubs at 7 in the morning in the snow. I can therefore reveal, incidentally, that the pub full of underage drinkers used in Hot Fuzz is not far from the truth, and the extras used were most probably from Wells Cathedral School. We used to joke that in the local pubs they used to ID you to ensure you were under 18.

I won't spoil the plot (such as it is) as this really is one that's worth the £9 (£9!) ticket.

Inadvertantly followed my boss around Sainsbury's. Spent the afternoon playing scrabble. Note to self: must get a life.

Have unwittingly been roped in to running Sunday School, the aim of which seems to be to scare kids into good behaviour until they are old enough to actively reject religion. Some bright spark came up with the idea of each child making their own "Sin box" for Lent, with different bits of coloured paper symbolising Sins and Good Acts for them to post whenever necessary. This relies on kids' honesty, and means that the most honest kids will have absolutely no self-worth or confidence left in 42 days' time. Nice one.