I caught Cloverfield on Syfy last night, which means its 85-minute runtime was dragged out to about four hours with commercials.
But all of that time gave me an opportunity to consider the true aim of the film. Sure, it’s a monster movie, but it’s so much more than that. It’s really an exercise in proving just how far a man would go for sex. A monster is annihilating New York and the only thing Rob Hawkins can think to do is go right through it because a babe is on the other side.
Noble and so very accurate.
