ReviewWriter: Ezekiel Lee Zhiang YangWriter Ratings:Overall: Cast: Plot: Effects: Cinematography: Watch this if you liked:
By the power of Grayskull! - that's what He-Man hollers before he kicks ass. Not coincidentally, that's also one of the many references and spoofs found in Simon Pegg and Edgar Wright's latest screenplay.
are policemen (or should we say 'police officers', according to the politically-correct new standards which are mocked in the film) Nicholas Angel and Danny Butterman - two mismatched guys who find themselves paired after Angel's London colleagues and superiors pack him off up north to Sandford (not a real village, no matter what you say) because of his one-man-kill-all Rambo heroics in being so ridiculously good at his job, he makes the others look bad.
Soon Sergeant Angel (Simon Pegg) realises that his no-nonsense, by-the-book mantra falls on deaf ears to the cake-chomping, tea-guzzling police folk of the sleepy village, not to mention there's not much crime there anyway. Things take an expected turn when a lot of people in the village start dying under mysterious circumstances. Bumbling Constable Butterman (Nick Frost) has to pull up his socks to keep up with Angel, as they get sent on literal wild goose chases (see picture below) in search of the culprit.
The adventure starts off like a tear-jerker drama until comedy catches up by the time Frost is introduced. Then the spook-fest kicks in with various allusions to Scream
and The Wicker Man
(the original, that is), before ending on a tour-de-force
of over-the-top, in-your-face action spoofed from Bad Boys II
The jokes-per-minute count starts to drop around midway and as the laughs turn sporadic, you feel as if the film could've been edited to a shorter, more power-packed effort. My problem with this isn't about it not being funny (which it is, really) - it's just that I don't enjoy British films being 'watered-down' to capture the international market. I know from others that this is very similar to Pegg and Wright's previous offering, Shaun Of The Dead
, in all respects but I always feel that British movies should be a little more, well, British, to maintain its European allure. The fact that the film ran for two hours with audio-pleasing pseudo-BBC diction by characters as notoriously incomprehensible as northern police officers really struggles to find credibility.
The two leads do a fine job but I reckon the work has already been done for them by the style of the story. Somehow I still think this is uneven, notwithstanding my bias, because the last 20 minutes appear so forced. It's best described as a fun-filled collision of genre mockery. Then again, Sergeant Angel says that the official police vocabulary guidebook prefers 'collision' over 'accident' because the latter implies that no one is to blame!Cinema Online, 23 September 2008