Kate and I saw Cloverfield Saturday night. I enjoyed it as a fun reimagining of Godzilla Takes Manhattan as seen through a digital camcorder, but was I really supposed to feel terrified when the movie’s one-dimensional yuppie caracatures were being chewed up and spit out? Was I wrong for laughing out loud when the Statue of Liberty’s disembodied nog came rolling down the block?
The idea that anyone could view Cloverfield as anything other than a popcorn-happy exploitation vehicle strikes me as ludicrous.
Monday, January 28, 2008
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Thank goodness for the end of the ridiculous 9/11-mania. And Rudy 9u11iani. As Johnny Rotten remarked upon the death of Elvis: "good riddance to bad rubbish."
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