Wednesday, February 6, 2008

My mother's review of "Cloverfield"

It was 1½ hours of young people in chaos and terror when some kind of monster attacked New York. The camera work appeared to be hand-held video, and the dialogue consisted largely of screams of "Oh, my God!" and "Are you okay?" How can a film like that be taken seriously?

This reminds me of her comment about the remake of War of the Worlds a couple of years ago, which was that the primary "dialogue" of the film was the names of the children, over and over again: "Robbie! Rachel! Rachel! Robbie!"

She's so right.

This is why I wait for DVD. The fast-forward button is ever so useful!