Hot Fuzz

Got to show my pal this movie for the first time tonight, which rocks.  This was the first time I understood the structure of the film. When watching the scene just after the carnival where Danny pulls the stuffed monkey up into the shot only a scene after he was pictured carrying it was when it clicked: if you forgot about the monkey just because you couldn’t see it, you weren’t going to figure the movie out. The cool thing is that I’m sure this happened multiple times before the monkey scene, and it took me that long to catch on to those instructions. Edgar Wright knows you can’t catch everything in the movie, but you don’t have to. It’s like that scene in The Good Place where the gang is trying to escape the Bad Place and met Michael at the train station and bragged that they found all 3 of his clues, only to be told he actually left them over a thousand clues. Every rewatch reveals more obvious answers to who was committing the murders, and those little moments serve to enrich the world instead of just merely advance the story. I love living in the weird, idiosyncratic worlds Wright dreams up, and Simon Pegg and Nick Frost deserve Nobel prizes or whatever.