Saw Cloverfield over the weekend. Ugh. If only the rumors had been true and this had been a Cthulhu film or a stealth Godzilla film.
But no, what we’ve got here is Friends Get Stomped or maybe How I Met Your Monster. Self-indulgent twenty-somethings in confusing relationships do a lot of running and expressing their angst, and then they die. Yawn. I half expected the military to stop the monster by detonating a Prozac bomb.
The scenes with the monster were fairly cool, if all too brief. Hopefully the sequel will be something like Cloverfield vs. Mecha-Cloverfield rather than some ridiculous Dr. Phil-esque “oh look, its really about 9/11 and the things that are really important in our lives” bullshit therapy piece.
