Its Monday and we have survived the weekend. Althought it was not very eventful, it had its finer parts. One thing of note for sure is the Cloverfield movie. The short of the plot is this:
Five young New Yorkers throw their friend a going-away party the night that a monster the size of a skyscraper descends upon the city. Told from the point of view of their video camera, the film is a document of their attempt to survive the most surreal, horrifying event of their lives.
In my less that professional opinion, the movie is good! For me, its somewhere between BlairWitch 1 and War of the Worlds. It was well paced, great action, believeable dialogue and an interesting plot. A side for a few unbelieveable human reactions or nonreactions (ie...not punching the camera-holder in the nose after being told repeatedly to put it away...etc) it is worth big-screen price. Others may disagree. In the words of my brother, it "ahright." However; I am not the one to see the same movie several times unless its REALLY GOOD and that has to be REALLY GOOD!!!
The more intreaguing thought for me is what happens to the human psyche when its icons are destroyed. Imagine standing in the street when the head of the Statue of Liberty comes barrelling down your way. Some things we kinda take for granted as in "ahh that will never happen".....but what if it does. When the unthinkable occurs, we find ourselves like a record with the needle being held in the same place or suspended. (oops...showing my age again.) ...uh....like a CD or mp3 suddenly scratched and unable to go to the next verse.... (wink). OF course, its New York getting the mayhem again. We have grown to trust our images/idols without question. The terror comes when we are confronted with the fact that they are only just that, icons/symbols and have no power to protect us from anyone or thing in a real crisis. There are so many little things we take for granted and without them life would be pretty daunting or at least medival....ie....no running water, electricity, gasoline, video cameras, cellphones or machines.... What is it about us that runs for the camera when its about to hit the fan? Tornado's comin,' grab the camera!