Warning: There are spoilers here. Go see it first, then read this.
There are two types of people who will see J.J. Abram’s monster thriller, Cloverfield: those who know and celebrate J. J. Abrams as the creator of Lost and are looking forward to a fun movie instilled also with poignant meaning, and those who just want to see a good monster movie. I found myself in the first camp. Lost is surprisingly meaningful for serialized television drama, concerned constantly with deep human issues such as human responsibility and redemption. Certainly, given an hour and a half of film and an audience’s rapt attention, sans commercials, J.J. Abrams would deliver.
Not exactly. Within the first five minutes, those hopes are all but dashed when we realize that this entire story will center around a bunch of kids who are more beautiful and wealthy than us (I can only speak for myself here, but come on). It’s hard to relate to what the average person would view to be a bunch of spoiled brats, but we feel as if we must, just to enjoy the movie.
And really, we do. The intense moments are some of the most intense I’ve seen while not also being incredibly disturbing. The action is as unlikely as it is frightening, making this one of the more enjoyable horrific experiences I’ve had in a while. The subway scene and the helicopter scene are two parts of the movie in particular which many will remember for weeks after having seen the film. J.J. Abrams, as in Lost, brilliantly ramps up the intensity in a way that truly creeps out his audience, without feeling the need to show us amputated limbs and rolling heads. He is a master at subtle horror.
And that’s the thing. The film clearly wants us to think it was all worth it in the end. The final words of the protagonists (in both storylines) are meant to drive home the idea that even though they died a horrible violent death, at least they made a connection. At least they fell in love.
But the whole thing just kind of falls flat. Many in the audience groan. It just doesn’t work.
That’s not to say the film was bad. I would gladly see it again. But J.J. Abrams’ attempt at a more redemptive resolution fails. The lead characters may have ultimately found what they were looking for all along. Unfortunately for them, and those watching them, they were looking for love in all the wrong places.