Rodriguez reigns in the preposterous CGI to deliver an adventure with a far more solid feel in this superior reboot.
The smell thing was a welcome addition. Didn't really work but I'm glad it was there.
The British film industry offers up a concoction of repulsively precocious stage school-acting, laughably inept direction and excruciating music numbers.
Charlotte liked it because it had a hamster in it.
Goes for surrealism, comedy and commentary on modern cinema of which none were the homicidal tyre hunt that was promised.
All in all a hollow attempt at being clever that instead comes off as being obnoxiously smug.
Abrams (who I swear has read a lot of Lovecraft) neatly embeds Cloverfield into the background of a Spielberg movie about some kids having a heartwarming adventure in the summer time. Pretty damn ace.
Whilst my face was screwing up in displeasure at Kevin James getting outacted by an animatronic gorilla, Charlotte was reacting like she was watching Citizen fucking Kane. She still has a lot to learn.
I didn't want to watch this but Lovefilm obviously had a different outlook on events. So I watched some of the most outrageously convoluted cat and mouse activities ever portrayed on screen, so complex they require a rulebook (shown at the start) to understand and follow. Ridiculous.