Comedic cinema has gotten lazy. Rather than a well-plotted feature sprinkled with a liberal dosage of laughs, we have grown accustomed to waiting for them. It's the rare feature that offers gleeful entertainment from beginning to end. All too often we have to exercise patience and work for our laughs. We have to be laid back enough to let the plot develop to the next wacky scenario. We have to prepare for a journey where each piece of humor must out-do what came before it, rather than being comfortable enough to find the inherent humor in the scenario.
And then there are the rare and ebullient films like Edgar Wright's Hot Fuzz.