Cloverfield (Matt Reeves, 2008)

Listen, the whole story with the “rescuing the ex out of guilt” thing is beyond farfetched from moment # 1, with that and all the horror movie cliche lines serving as an excuse to give us the audience a guided tour of a ruined manhattan and as many obscure looks at the uber-monster as possible. That, and not to mention each and every logistical nightmare that you just have to ignore to take everything seriously (from the camera having such a long battery life life to our heroes getting their shit pushed in in every conceivable way that it just doesn’t seem possible, to the simple fact that so many women that gorgeous just have no business being on the same screen together….a problem I was more than happy to slide…god damn :shock:). But just as a visceral, sensory, and horrific experience, this is one I won’t forget about any time soon. All I had to do was forget about the stupid plot and the logic loopholes you could drive a Mack truck through, and just experience each individual moment like vignettes of action and horror, and damned if I wasn’t on the edge of my seat. I’m probably not exaggerating when I say that this was probably the best pure piece of entertainment that I’ve sat through in quite a long time. Good shit.


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