Just saw the monster-takes-Manhattan flick Cloverfield, which is an over-hyped, JJ Abrams-produced bit of fluff. Better than I anticipated, but still fairly silly. The shaky handheld cinematography made Brooke literally nauseous, but I got through it OK.
The rich-kid characters were annoying, but more realistic than a Sci-Fi Channel movie. Not that you really get to know them, or anything. It’s all panicky reactions to *911 To The X-treme*-style devastation. I was surprised that the filmmakers actually went as far as to show crumbing skyscrapers and billowing debris tearing through city streets. It looked pretty familiar, if you know what I’m sayin.’ And how could you not?
The creature design was quite good, actually. I’m glad they gave it a more humanoid shape, as opposed to the slug-lizard-insect monsters we so often see in these kind of films. I sensed a definite Lovecraftian inspiration, with a nod to Harryhausen and The Host. Of course, the Statue of Liberty head-in-the-street stuff was totally ripped off from John Carpenter‘s Escape From New York.
All in all, a bit of ridiculous fun. You know what else falls into that category? Eddie Murphy‘s ass-rap classic "Boogie in Your Butt." Step aside!