Clareified

I hereby break my tradition of waiting until I have racked up ten or more movies before writing a review to bring you this all important announcement about Cloverfield.
Don’t.
Just DON’T.

Here’s a synopsis: Collection of the most irritating, self-absorbed, whiny, pretentious, pathetic, annoying twenty-somethings ever gathered under one roof get eaten by monster. Thank you, monster.

(Seriously, monster is eating Manhattan and guy is like ‘oh, the girl I love most in the world just left me a message on my cell phone saying she is trapped under a wall in her apartment, I have to go save her. And then his three stupid friends are like ‘okay! can we come!’ And then they get there and the stupid girl isn’t under a wall at all, she’s just got like a rod stuck in her arm. DUDE. DUUUUDE. And the worst part?? THE ABSOLUTE WORST PART they don’tg even really show us the idiots getting killed, so that we can at least take satisfaction in knowing that they are dead.)

For some reason I had thought this was one of the movies up for the best picture Oscar and I almost went to see it in the theater. JJ Abrams is soooo lucky I didn’t because I would have had to hunt him down and kill him. Violently. And then, for what he did to Alias, I would have mangled his corpse.

Oh, and this by the way is why I love living in Brooklyn. See, you can go to Manhattan whenever you want, but on the days when godzilla is there killing people and destroying buildings, I can stay home. Win/win.

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