One might not realize it until the bitter end, but Cloverfield is a love story. The film contains irrationality, irregularity, and tastelessness of the highest order. Rather than demonstrate how intellectual New Yorkers are (I am from New York), it might have been in better taste if the directors had chosen a different city to showcase murder, mayhem, and building collapses in a post 9-11 world.
One might ask himself, "What or who is Cloverfield?" Having watched the movie I can assure you that nobody in the theatre had or ever will have any solid read on what that term refers to. The indestructible "alien" monster (Cloverfield?) proves impervious to bullets, grenades, missiles, and presumably tactical nuclear weapons. Essentially, aliens, despite being on Earth subject to Earth’s laws of physics, remain supernatural in their powers. This will be valuable information for when E.T. returns with his temperamental friends. Pay careful attention Robert Gates, watch Cloverfield very closely!
The action sequences are sharp and enjoyable despite the nauseating camcorder angles. The entire film is shot via high definition camcorder, a point not lost on several of my party who felt dizziness from the topsy turvy nature of the cameraman’s work. The characters are for the most part, unknown, attractive actors who lack genuine acting talent, but make up for it in their ability to portray average people averagely. This provides the film with some believability.
Overall, Cloverfield is a laugh a minute teamed with a cringe a minute. Your heart will not race, but you might wonder (out loud or internally) whether or not the world will end soon. I predict that my world will end the moment I step into another Dawn of the Dead sequel, which this clearly is, albeit disguised as a "clever" movie with a northeasterner’s intellectual edge.
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