Last weekend, Adam & I went to see Cloverfield ( the movie ). I was looking forward to seeing it because I like movies with plenty of wanton destruction , mayhem and generalized badness. Throw in a monster that whups the fire out of a major city, has copious minions that are all about attacking and terrorizing the locals that weren't smart enough to get out of town, large military operations with big explosions and scads of people in sheer panic and I am all about it. Next thing you know, I am plopping down 5 bucks ( matinee ), getting a bucket full of popcorn along with a 44 ounce bladder-buster full of my favorite fizzy-pop and rooting on the bad guys or the bad things in this case.
Then I did it. I actually did it and I almost ashamed to say it. I got sick while watching the movie. Not like throw up sick but that's probably because I kept my eyes closed during the last two-thirds of the movie. To beat it all, I don't get motion sick except for the time that I rode on Delirium at Kings Island. And even then I didn't get sick, just kind of woozy in a grown man sort of way.
The entire movie is filmed from the standpoint of a guy that is using a camcorder to record the day's events so it is jittery, spends about 25% of the time about 10 degrees off of plumb.
That being said... THIS MOVIE ROCKS! I can hardly wait to go see it again! Especially since I missed the crucial last scene in the movie because I was whimpering in my seat trying to figure out how to not look or appear sick as I was stumbling out of the theater.
Now I may have to get all doped up on Bonine, put on my Sea Bands, maybe put a clothespin on each ear but, cover me boys, I am going back in.
