Tuesday, January 15, 2008
CLOVERFIELD: SOMETHING FOR NYC RESIDENTS TO PONDER
As I gear up to see CLOVERFIELD, the upcoming giant monster movie, I've had a lot on my mind.
On New Year's Eve I asked my pal and life-long Manhattanite Adam Cataldo if he was going to check out the flick. Adam turned his world-weary gaze toward me and said, "I don't really think I need to pay to see a movie about the destruction of New York." Obviously alluding to the outright horrors we witnessed during 9/11, Adam made me think back over my own deeply held love of the cinema of destruction and how my enjoyment of my beloved cities-destroyed-by-titanic-critters flicks was curtailed for quite some time by being an eye-witness to the shattered stumps of the Twin Towers burning and belching forth thick, toxic smoke as the B train slowly crawled across the Manhattan bridge toward Brooklyn, its passengers a silent audience to the unthinkable. The train's progress was at a snail's pace due to congestion after hours of other trains being held as the buildings collapsed in the wake of the terrorist attack, untold tons of debris, glass, girders, and human bodies hitting the ground and potentially caving in the underground transit lines near Ground Zero. Any strong vibrations could have added to the tragedy, so slow-going was in retrospect both smart and an absolute necessity.
Let me tell you, that was some intensely scary shit, and I have never been more horrified in my entire life.
There in front of me was the kind of apocalyptic mayhem I had been enthralled by since early childhood, but those Saturday afternoon visions of badly-dubbed actors reacting to the latest gargantuan whatchamawhoozits to set its sights on Tokyo were imaginative make-believe acted out on a soundstage under the careful watch of experienced model makers and pyrotechnics expert. The reality of such a tableau is something wholly other, and with those visions still fresh in the minds of millions just over six years on, I wonder what kind of reception CLOVERFIELD will find in the Big Apple.
Just something to ponder.
Posted by Bunche (pop culture ronin) at Tuesday, January 15, 2008