Practically Perfect
Posts: 127
Joined: 30/9/2005
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Just a few short hours ago I was saying how I hoped Olly Richards would write the review, as I tend to agree with him and was naively arrogant enough to assume that we would be in accord about Cloverfield. Unfortunately my reviewer crush suffered a minor derailment this evening and I've shifted my affections (read stalking) to Tom Ambrose. Spoilers possible from here on in... My biggest problem with Cloverfield is the overwhelming arrogance of JJ Abrams, the way he feels he can taunt, tantalise, tease the audience and provide no resolution, let alone answers is beyond insufferable. The fact that I and 20 odd other people sat there through the interminable credits for the climax of a post-credit treat that amounted to an incoherant mumble makes me feel slightly dirty and used. I love the fact that books and films can be used to toy with their audience's expectations, that they can subvert, divert, spin around, do the okey cokey with everything we have walked into that room or opened that book expecting. However film making is about story telling, and stories need a beginning, a middle and an end. Cloverfield's beginning was interminable, it's middle was exhilarating but unfulfilling and the end was premature and ludicrous. The character cries out "My legs, my legs", is dragged out of the helicopter wreckage and then runs about a bit in terror. Clearly he found a new pair. The three remaining protagonists have survived a crash that the behelmeted and beprotective-gear-ed soldiers don't. Finally the silly girl they got into a large part of the mess over has somehow managed to fix the fact she had a metal pole stuck through her shoulder and is sobbing and holding her hair back in the final shots. That mutant healing gene came in nice and handy there. Ultimately if a film is going to provide me with no answers then I want everything else about it to be fucking flawless, and if some arrogant arse of a director/producer/writer thinks that he can take my $12 and promise me everything then he better be ready to deliver. I know this is a bit of a rant and I probably didn't "get" the film or what the director was conveying, and I just don't understand how great it is that cinema has progressed to the point where unscripted, gimmicky filmed shit can make XXX trillion dollars in just 30 seconds. Yet half of my cinema audience were scoffing as they left the room and the other half (myself included) looked a little too shell-shocked to scoff. Two shiny stars from me, simply because I was entertained and the monster was quite cool. Plus it was nowhere near as bad as Hitman. [Starts dismantling the camera outside Olly's flat]
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