Cloverfield

On the morning drive radio show I listen to most often, they have several regular guests and callers. One of those is Carlos Diaz from Extra, who calls in once a week, I think on Wednesdays. This week, he was all abuzz about Cloverfield, which he had seen in an advance screening with the producers. It was the first I had heard of the movie.

Being, as he is, in the entertainment industry, he emphasized that he has seen thousands of movies in his lifetime. This movie, he said, is easily in his top ten of all time. It is only 74 minutes long, but, he said, it's difficult to believe when it's over that it hasn't been at least two hours, such is the intensity of it. The first ten or fifteen minutes are setup, and the remaining hour is non-stop, edge-of-your-seat, nail-biting, white-knuckled action.

I don't know the man, and I don't know how his taste in movies compares with mine; but his geeky raving made a very favorable impression. I want to see it. What's more, I want to see it in the theater, on the big screen, where I can be scared good and proper.

I was going to take myself up to Frederick to see it, but in talking to my sister about it, I learned that she, too, wants to see it. She is going to a surprise party for one of her friends tonight and will let me know whether she will be able to make it tonight. If not, she's off work on Monday (lucky duck!) and spending the day with a friend. Should all go well, I'll drive down after work, and we'll all see it together.

So I've got that to look forward to.