I FINALLY SAW CLOVERFIELD

Don't read this if you want to avoid spoilers.



I guess now I know what it would be like if a bunch of stereotypical Marina douchebags found themselves in a city being attacked by a giant monster. A giant, indestructible monster, which only makes sense until you realize his little mini-monster pals were totally vulnerable to getting hit with fire axes. I'm not saying that a giant monster movie needs to have ironclad logic in the first place, it just seemed weird is all. Also, you've probably guessed that I didn't care about any of the characters in this movie, and you'd be right, except for the one who arguably got the most hideous death (hint: not Hud). I guess if this had been from the POV of a bunch of blogging hipster nerds, I'd've been more riveted. This is not to say that I didn't like it! It was very well done! I just don't need to see it again. The camerawork -- which I was of course expecting -- made me nauseous.