Don't go see it with a hangover! Yarp

Rating: 10/10 (18 February 2007)

A very good friend of mine dragged me out the day after quite the night before to whitens this comedic odyssey of village policing. In fact I'm only just over 'the night that was' now, forty eight hours since it all started. Enough of my personal problems. Though I must share with you one of my shortcomings before I proceed any further. I am not at all familiar with the work of Mr Pegg and Mr Wright. So I was going into this film with no perception of quite what to expect. A lot like the whole of the rest of the weekend for that matter.
We both arrived somewhat dazed at the cinema just as the opening trailers started to roll so by time we queued and stocked up on sugary products and popcorn in order to rejuvenate our somewhat flagging serotonin levels we strolled in to find our seats midway through the last ad just in time to see the BBFC's certification of the picture flash up on screen. I know this bothers a lot of people, even me on occasions, but for an afternoon screening in our local cinema this kind of behaviour is recommended in order not to have to endure the drollery of the hooded mass that makes up Southampton's Hoodie clad Chav 'maseve'.
On with the show! I found the film absolutely enthralling. I could identify with Pegg's character through out as I too can be something of the perfectionist. That's all I'll say about the plot. The humour I must admit I found rather accommodating. (I lied earlier when I sad I was unfamiliar with their work, I once saw twenty minutes of a episode of Spaced and didn't think too much of it).
Both my buddy and I are quite the closet film geeks so we were throughout able to fill in the gaps in each other's knowledge. And we felt rather superior as we roared with laughter and applauded as the Chav mass around us stared blankly into their mobile phones. Despite this the uncouth behaviour of our fellow movie goers there was only one rude interruption when the cinema's fire alarm was tripped. My buddy suggested tearing the place up. But I told him I was too hung-over and that he probably was too. So he ran (as best he could) off to the lobby for more fizzy pop.
After this crude interruption the film rolled on. The second half having even more action and laughs than first. So much so I almost had to leave the theatre. My nausea almost getting the better of me. But I endured. With gritted teeth and tears of delight running down my face as the film unfolded before my eyes.
Seriously film fans, go see it But, not with a hangover.