“a B movie with A ideas”
That’s always been the guiding thesis of this trilogy. Ty West marries together horror and porn as two fringe genres to question whether any or all films can truly be considered ‘art’.
In X and Pearl, this is explored in much more depth to varying degrees of success. In Maxine, the exploration shifts to a more meta theatrical celebration of the genres - and my takeaway is that ultimately culture is the art. The impact…
Right, no pithy one liner. Let’s get into it.
There’s a strong case to be made for this being the tightest script ever written.
Let’s start broad. Hot Fuzz finds the perfect balance between satire and genuine homage to the action cop and western genres. The intense montages to paperwork, the contrast of Hollywood choreography in thatched rural England, the metatheatrical nods to Point Break and Bad Boys… Hot Fuzz manages to perfectly capture the absurd ridiculous of the genres whilst…
I’m sorry, but this was so incredibly dull from start to finish
