Cloverfield

so some peeps and i went to see Cloverfield on Friday. we're easily swayed by propaganda and hype so it was inevitable. i was secretly hoping the monster would be the Stay Puft Marshmallow Man, but alas it was not. also, if you plan to watch it, be aware that it will be a bit of a barf-o-rama. i have never had motion sickness in my life, but even i had to close my eyes several times and say some hail marys to keep from blowing chunks. i've read that tons of people have gotten sick during the movie thanks to the first person video camera point of view. i bet all those minimum wage douche bags who work at the cinemas are slashing their wrists left and right. anyway, here is my concise review.

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wtf?!?! so myriads of us ran to the theater on opening day to finally get some answers. what's the giant thing attacking New York City? where the hell did it come from? what does the government do to stop the chaos and show that America is still a bad ass? well there are no answers, folks. we're just as dumbfounded coming out of the theater as we were going in. oh, and the closing credit music was the most ridiculous thing i have ever heard in my life. i half expected Bela Lugosi to reach around from behind my seat and grab my boob.