My brother reviews “Cloverfield.” I think he was a bit disappointed:
A good idea is at the heart of this film, that idea being to make a vérité creature feature: Blair Witch meets Godzilla, in Hollywood pitch meeting parlance. Document the peaceful denizens of a city as they come under attack by a monster of indeterminate origin. Conceptually, this is an intriguing start. With some irony, the actual start of the film – its opening moments – exemplifies everything that’s wrong with the picture: that the filmmakers decided to eschew their Good, Intriguing Idea in favor of the same tiresome shit.
Read the rest on your own.