Cloverfield finally had its day in the sun.
Gone was the competition with indie dramas or classic black and whites. There was no multiple choice, no "but what about . . . Cloverfield, honey?" The dust was blown off the disc and the speakers were practically blown out.
Last night marked the first evening sans wife and kids. Their having flown the coop at 6:00 a.m. left me a lone man in the wilderness, toiling by the sweat of mine own brow - and free to watch Cloverfield.
After a quick visit to our neighborhood grocer (what does he do? Groce?), I was stocked with yogurt smoothies, horchata and Drumsticks - The Original Sundae Cone.
For the Cloverfield uninitiated - I once counted myself among your numbers - this is not your average monster-runs-amok movie. It is so much less, yet more, than that. Call it Blair Witch meets Godzilla - and I have never seen either one of those movies. Blair Witch because it looked dumb; Godzilla because it looked dumb. But add them together and you get le cinema magnifique!
I won't bother with a plot as I have already probably given too much away, especially when you consider how little there is really to give away. (I knew I shouldn't have mentioned Manhattan.)
Fortunately, Diahan was absent. Her place was taken - in the strictest platonic sense - by a neighbor. His wife probably wouldn't have liked it either.
It was loud. There were monsters. It was filmed as if by your own camcorder (which has an amazing battery life). Lots of screaming. Exploding people. Loud. Dogs and cats living together. Mass hysteria!
We loved it. It is in many ways the anti monster movie because the monster is very rarely on film - to a masterful effect.
If you are in the mood for a popcorn film requiring suspension of all disbelief, I highly recommend waiting until the wife is out of town.
4 comments:
I am so glad you are being neighborly.
I appreciate your open honesty that this was not really a good movie, just a really dumb movie made really interesting just by virtue of the fact that you could feel daring and manly for watching it when I am not there. Almost like you are a rebel or something.
As for the movie being unbelieveable, I can see that from this small clip you posted- I mean honestly, who knows that many people- let alone that many people who would care if you were leaving town?
I am sure I am showing my naivitee or my uniformidenss or something, but what does the octopus from the Wiggles have to do with anything?
No spell check in Washington, eh?
Who's to say that the Cloverfield monster wasn't Henry the Octopus? You don't really get to see what it looks like in the movie. All I remember was that there were lots of legs. Lots of legs equals octopus. Octopus equals Wiggles. It's only logical. But I could be wrong.
As for the "manly" dig, it's amazing how the condescension isn't diminished - even though you're 877 miles away. (If you take major highways. I Googled it.)
I love your competitive bantering...lol...
Dihan, it really is a cool movie. It's got everything a new monster movie hasn't; imagination.
Again, you will take this critique as another weak, male point of view.
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