Two of my very favorite comedies of all time came from the brains of Simon Pegg and Edgar Wright (and are channeled, winningly, through the boulder of Nick Frost's body): Shaun of the Dead and Hot Fuzz. When they added a third leg to the stool with World's End, I bellied up to the bar. I would put it a notch below those first two (or perhaps it's just that this one is shot through with a melancholic sense of reality the others lacked), but it's got added pleasure for the beer geek.
Off to tour the hop fields today, so don't expect a lot more content. I'll try to tweet photos of lupulin pornography along the way, though, if you're interested (@Beervana).