Sunday, January 27, 2008
I'll take a small popcorn with butter, coke, and some bon bons. Oh, and some dramamine please
Last night the boy and I watched Cloverfield with a few of our friends. Here's a plot synopsis I pulled from IMDB: Five young New Yorkers throw their friend a going-away party the night that a monster the size of a skyscraper descends upon the city. Told from the point of view of their video camera, the film is a document of their attempt to survive the most surreal, horrifying event of their lives. I couldn't watch half the movie. I started to feel very nauseous. Because of the hand-held camera point of view, I had to look away from the screen every now and then, which really sucks because I missed seeing a lot of what was going on. I thought it was just me, but when I looked around the theater there were a lot of other moviegoers looking away too. Everyone I was with, except the boy, complained that they also felt nauseous. I seriously thought I was going to throw up there in the theater. The movie itself was alright. Nothing too exciting. Predictable.