Every Edgar Wright Movie, Ranked

Ever since the slacker heroes of Shaun of the Dead first introduced audiences to the satirical genius and hyperkinetic editing style of director Edgar Wright in 2004, the English artist has maintained a spot in the pantheon of beloved film geek auteurs. Wright’s signature visual flair imbues his films with a verve and constant sense of restless motion that is easy to admire, if not perfectly quantify for the average viewer—an audience member looks at a Wright film and can appreciate its fast-paced, slam-bang action even if they don’t fully understand the editing bay wizardry that makes his films unique. Suffice it to say, no one has ever shot scenes of paperwork processing and turned them into frenetic montages, set to punk rock, quite like Edgar Wright. When ranking his movies, one desires some kind of smash cut between entries.
This week sees the release of Wright’s latest feature, the Anya Taylor-Joy and Thomasin McKenzie-starring Last Night in Soho, which looks to be a substantial diversion from the director’s tried-and-true formula—significantly less comedic and action-oriented, with more of a psychological horror focus as it tells the story of a young woman propelled back into 1960s London, where she interacts with a doomed starlet and sees the edges of her reality begin to blur. Although it will no doubt contain some of Wright’s signature visual stylings, Last Night in Soho looks like a conscious diversion into new thematic ground, a film that makes an earnest attempt at modernizing classic genres such as Italian giallo rather than satirizing those genres.
We saw Last Night in Soho for ourselves and looked into how it measures up to the rest of Wright’s filmography, which means that this is the perfect time to assess the director’s back catalog. Which is Wright’s strongest film to date? Which “Cornetto” film is the most deserving of reassessment? Read on, and find out.
Here is every movie by Edgar Wright, ranked from “worst” to best, although every film he’s ever directed has more than its fair share of merits:
8. A Fistful of Fingers (1995)
Produced immediately following his college graduation, A Fistful of Fingers was Wright’s first low budget, feature-length film, an embryonic Western spoof that shows flashes of the style that would eventually become associated with the director, but absolutely feels like a student effort all the same. Clearly filmed in whatever quarries, wooded areas and gravel pits the crew had free access to at the time, it contains all the loosely structured running around in vacant fields you would no doubt expect, but is salvaged by the simple pleasures of its broad and sophomoric sense of humor. With an outlook that feels heavily inspired by the slapstick and absurdist comedies of Mel Brooks and Monty Python, A Fistful of Fingers isn’t particularly easy to track down in 2021, but it’s genuinely worth a watch for film geeks who are curious about Wright’s earliest inspirations.
In terms of structure, A Fistful of Fingers primarily borrows the aesthetic of the Italian-style spaghetti western, with a gruff “no name” hero seeking a dangerous bounty across the “West” of the rural U.K. Wright demonstrates a clear understanding of film editing and professional cinematography, but despite some competent work and a few creative angles, the film’s visuals unsurprisingly lack the more dynamic style he would develop by the time of Shaun of the Dead, although there is some intriguing animation sprinkled throughout.
What does often work is the absurdist humor of the film, whether it’s the comic ultraviolence and use of bloody squibs during the shootouts, or the silly musical number about how the protagonist loved his dead horse, or the sequence in which the hero and the villain get into a heated argument about the meaning of the ending of Butch Cassidy and the Sundance Kid. The tone is zany and upbeat, and the film’s seeming immunity to embarrassment at its own cheapness ultimately helps to carry the day and make it watchable, despite the non-professional performances. All in all, one may be surprised to find how funny A Fistful of Fingers actually is, especially given the obvious lack of resources at its disposal.
7. Baby Driver (2017)
Baby Driver was heavily marketed on the strength of its soundtrack and its promise to integrate that soundtrack into the film’s visuals and action in a way that would go beyond the standard for modern action cinema. This it does admirably well, synchronizing so many of its engine revs, footfalls and gunshots to a groovy R&B and soul-driven soundtrack that at times the film feels more like a music video than a narrative feature. This is ultimately both the strength and weakness of Baby Driver—it illustrates Wright’s interest in fusing film and music nicely, but at the cost of character and emotional nuance in its narrative.
Granted, the chase sequences of Baby Driver are pretty much all you could hope for, whether they’re occurring behind the wheel or on foot. In these frenetic, pulse-pounding moments, everything on screen gels into a smooth, seamless flow in a way that Wright excels at capturing, with expert editing techniques that clearly communicate what is happening to the audience. This is one thing that Wright can pretty much always be relied upon to deliver, rather than the choppy, shaky cam action that has unfortunately become the norm in Hollywood blockbusters in the entire era since The Bourne Identity. Few directors present the visual geography of an action scene so cleanly, which makes for satisfying and fluid motion.
On the other hand, though, Baby Driver arguably contains Wright’s least compelling protagonists, as Debora (Lily James) lacks much characterization of her own, and Baby himself (Ansel Elgort) is something of a cipher as well, like a human conduit for the film’s soundtrack and action. Elgort in particular doesn’t feel quite up to the task of Wright’s more serious script, which lacks the humor of his other action films such as Hot Fuzz, leading to an increasingly dire tone in the third act in which the audience hasn’t invested quite as much in Baby’s story as we’re likely meant to. It’s ultimately these human elements that hold Baby Driver back from a higher placement in the ranking.
6. The Sparks Brothers (2021)
The Sparks Brothers is a thorough and charming assessment and appreciation of an idiosyncratic band, and the highest praise you could give it is that it shares a sensibility with its inimitable musicians.
Not an easy task when it comes to Ron and Russell Mael. The Californian brothers have been running Sparks since the late ‘60s (yeah, the ‘60s), blistering through genres as quickly as their lyrics make and discard jokes. Glam rock, disco, electronic pioneering—and even when they dip into the most experimental and orchestral corners of their musical interests, they maintain a steady power-pop genius bolstered by Russell’s fluty pipes and Ron’s catchy keys. It’s here, in Sparks’ incredible range yet solidified personality, that you quickly start to understand that The Sparks Brothers is the marriage of two perfect subjects that share a mission. Experts in one art form that are interested in each others’, Ron and Russell bond with Wright over a wry desire to have their fun-poking and make it art too. One made a trilogy of parodies that stands atop its individual genres (zombie, cop, sci-fi movies). The others made subversive songs like “Music That You Can Dance To” that manage to match (and often overtake) the very bops they razz.
Their powers combined, The Sparks Brothers becomes a music doc that’s self-aware and deeply earnest. Slapstick, with a wide range of old film clips delivering the punches and pratfalls, and visual gags take the piss out of its impressive talking heads whenever they drop a groaner music doc cliché. “Pushing the envelope?” Expect to see a postal tug-of-war between the Maels. This sense of humor, appreciating the dumbest low-hanging fruit and the highest brow reference, comes from the brothers’ admiration of seriously unserious French filmmakers like Jacques Tati (with whom Sparks almost made a film; remember, they love movies) and of a particularly formative affinity for British music. It’s no wonder that Sparks found greater success during their stays and tours abroad because, as Lance Robertson notes, “Sparks are a lot of things that Americans don’t seem to care for.” —Jacob Oller