Cloverfield: HIGH HURL FACTOR

I first saw a preview for Cloverfield about two months ago. Cryptic in its delivery and covert in its presentation, the soon to be released monster mash seemed like The Blair Witch on HGH. After reading various positive reviews I was anxious to check it out for myself. As I write this post I am still anxious to check it out, though I went to see it last night. ???? If the last sentence left you somewhat dazed, confused and slightly disoriented you are experiencing similar symptoms to those I endured at the theater last night. Centered around the main charater's (Rob) going away party, the likeable, yet highly annoying best friend (Hud) of our soon-to-immigrating yuppie gives us a perpetual first person perspective of the evenings events. The Hudster treats us to a menagerie of video free falls, dips and darts that make the game Halo seem like it was shot from a zamboni. This being said everyone south of a NASA test pilot would be wise to fast for at least 24 hours before viewing. It would be irresponsible of me to rate this movie in any other facet than cinematography, which would illicit a nausiating, green faced F.... Bottom Line: If Hud videoed my wedding I would kick his blabbering buttocks back to SoHo...