Rewatch Double Bill: A Quiet Place, Hot Fuzz

Horror isn’t exactly my genre of choice, but I’ve been delving into more psychological-based horrors in recent years. And one of my recent favourites of those delvings (not a word, I know, but please continue) was A Quiet Place. Watching it at the cinema was an amazing experience, and rewatching it back at home provided a different vibe, but it was nonetheless an engaging session. But in order to provide a cathartic release following the viewing in the form of some comedic genius, Hot Fuzz seemed like a safe retreat. And it was. I’ve seen it a few times already, and don’t quite get the excessive fanfare in comparison to Edgar Wright’s previous work Shaun of the Dead, which I feel is superior. But each to their own, I guess.

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