This is a strictly non-spolier review. Cloverfield will be unforgettable.
All is not well in the city of Manhattan. We know this because you can only have so many beautiful people in one opening scene without knowing that at least some of them are facing a horrible, gruesome, and more than likely, imminent end. Don’t worry, I won’t be elaborating on said end because this is strictly a non-spoiler review. Having said that, I don’t think I will be rocking anyone’s world by stating that this is unabashedly a monster movie. And it is a cracker.
Cloverfield is the boisterous brainchild of producer J. J. Abrams, creator of TV series Felicity, Alias, and that slowest revealer of secrets ever known to television, Lost. Abrams has taken the ‘every-monster’ that we have grown to love in b-grade cinematic classics and given that bad boy the old stars and stripes spin. We are not going to reveal what kind of monster it is, but it’s true what they say – they truly do things bigger in the United States of America.
Cloverfield stands out in the genre as enabling its audience to suspend disbelief. The veiling of the threat is exceptional and one of the chief reasons the film is such a gripping feast. Glimpses are not met with laughter, which is an achievement when you’re showing the tail-end of a monster that makes the Statue of Liberty look minute. In fact, all of the laughter happens in the ‘right’ places – during the moments of light-relief rest stops.
The obscured threat, combined with hand-held, first person point-of-view cinema-verite styling goes a long way in creating the claustrophobic tension that would have had me gripping the person next to me had I not been scribbling notes for this review. This film will make you experience life at the bottom of the food chain; a disconcerting and adrenelin-pumping place to be.
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In theaters: January 18, 2008