March 3, 2008
In Golf, they call it a hole in one. In Bowling, it is a perfect game. When it comes to Giant-Monster-Attacks-Major-City films, it is called Cloverfield.
This film is exactly what this sort of film should be. This sort of film is about meaningless violence. Godzilla attacks Tokyo because his is a monster, and so does this guy. What is left is for the characters to survive. The directors do not waste our time with back story to make a giant monster seem plausible. It is simply here and it is pissed off.
To tell the truth, this film brought back uncomfortable memories of watching the towers fall on 9/11. The sounds and sights of walls of dust flying down the street had a verisimilitude that made my pulse quicken. The characters are scared witless and covered with the remains of fallen towers. Their only goal is the survival of the people closest to them.
Rob (Michael Stahl-David) is leaving for Japan. He is in love with his friend Beth (Odette Yustman), but since they are leaving, their brief affair cannot go anywhere. They argue at the party, and she leaves. As the party continues, the monster attacks. The head of the Statue of Liberty flies down the street. As thousands of people flee over the Brooklyn bridge, it collapses, and Rob gets a panicked voice mail from Beth. She is scared and trapped and she chose to call him at her darkest hour. Rob decides to find her, and his friends come with.
The film is shot from the point of view of one of Rob’s friends who is carrying the same video camera that he used to record the party earlier in the evening, and smacks of a long YouTube clip. This allows the lack of exposition to fit perfectly as the audience is used to internet video clips which lack context. The camera becomes a character in the film which may herald the creation of a new genre of film making, which would include the Blair Witch Project (but this film has a script). This makes the meaningless savagery even more powerful, as the director tried very hard to make this look like a bunch of regular (if slightly too good looking) people living in very interesting times. It also keeps us from insisting on an explanation, because we know the footage is just that, and nothing more. I have heard in the media that many people complained of motion sickness while watching this film. I had no problems and know no one who did. So once again the media takes the unique case of Martha Farquar of Catbutt, North Dakota and reports it as an epidemic.
Rob’s desperate need to find Beth in all this chaos is powerful, and the visual effects are amazing. The Army pours everything it has into the monster with no effect. Soon it is discovered that they are going to level the city and Rob gets a deadline; get out of the city by six a.m. or die here.
The video, by the way, is being recorded over video of Beth and Rob’s trip to Coney Island, where they fell in love. Occasional accidental bits of film where they are happy and in love are seen in middle of the death and destruction, allowing the audience to see Rob’s thoughts and feelings for Beth without corny internal monologue or contrived scenes of exposition. This allows the pace to continue without pause for a very trim and meaty 85 minutes.
It gets a 5. This is an awesome, awesome feat of film making.