Police constable, Nicholas Angel (Pegg) is good at his job, so good in fact, he makes everyone else look bad. As a result, his superiors at the Met have decided to sweep him under the carpet. So it is that London’s top cop finds himself in the sleepy West Country village of Sandford. With garden fêtes and neighborhood watch meetings replacing the action of the city, Angel struggles to adapt to his situation and finds himself partnered with Danny Butterman (Frost), an oafish but well meaning young Constable, who dreams of being Mel Gibson. Just as all seems lost, a series of grisly accidents motivates Angel into action. Convinced of foul play, Angel realizes that Sandford may not be as idyllic as it seems.
There are three words that come to mind after screening this film: funny, black, and violent. It is funny in spots with some clean humor, such as an extreme case when police officer Angel throws a spray can at a shoplifter he is chasing, and the can lands on top of the thief’s head and knocks him down. When Angel raids a bar for under aged drinking, he quickly asks a young man his age and the young man anxiously answers that he was born in 1969, which would make him 37 years old in the film. He is obviously closer to age 16. Unfortunately it eventually goes downhill into black humor, in which decapitations and a spike running through a man’s head (he can still talk) is supposed to be funny. This leads me to word three-violent. The film is very, very violent with stabbings, shootings, decapitations and hacking and slashing and a lot of blood. We cannot award this film our Dove Seal. Avoid “Hot Fuzz” like a hot potato.