Cloverfield

reviewed by Sam Osborn

There’s something inherently rattling about Cloverfield. Like The Blair Witch Project, it is the majestic effort towards complete immersion that leaves us jacked on intensity as we leave the theatre. We’re wired and nervy, walking our own healthy city streets simply because they haven’t been destroyed by a gigantic monster. And in the way Blair Witch altered the walk in the woods, Cloverfield will alter the city stroll. The movie is severely affecting, and in its stab at progressive Hollywood filmmaking, Cloverfield is also wickedly hip.

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