A Review of CLOVERFIELD
by Pastor James Harleman
Released January 18, 2008
Directed by Matt Reeves
Produced by J.J. Abrams
Rob Hawkins is not having a great evening. His New Yorker friends throw him a surprise going away party as he’s headed for a new job in Japan, but he’s distracted; the girl he recently slept with and is conflicted about – Beth – shows up with a date. His best friend Hudson is recording footage for the evening over the tape of his day with Beth at Coney Island (we know this because the film is entirely shot as if we’re watching the video). Oh, and to put icing on the lemon cake, New York is under seige by a nightmarish behemoth that has torn off the statue of liberty’s head to kick the party into high gear and threatens the city, everything Rob knows, and maybe the world. Surprise…
Plundering from the past and tapping a present vein, Cloverfield succeeds on nearly every level. The film phenomenon was noted for marketing genius before it ever got into the theatres, when the unassuming trailer debuted before Transformers last summer. I spoke about J.J. Abrams creativity in a previous post. Watching the film he produced, with a rowdy midnight-showing crowd, kept me wide awake and riveted to my seat-edge for the jostling 90 minutes. The movie blends one of the first American giant monster movies with our modern methodology of amateur film-making, and the product is smooth as Slusho. The acting feels authentic and is consistent amidst the cast, with a natural style (unpolished, seemingly mundane dialogue) that maintains the illusion of “reality” we’re watching unfold.
Most people probably won’t be as immediately familiar with the relationship of Cloverfield and The Beast from 20,000 Fathoms, but I have it conveniently on my DVD shelf and watched it the next morning. The New York setting, the arrival in the bay, and even a significance placed on Coney Island in both films leaves no possibility that the parallels are accidental. This 1953 classic, with a story by Ray Bradbury and a stop-motion monster crafted by the legendary Ray Harryhausen, ignited the giant monster movie explosion of the 50s. To illustrate, its success was copied in 1954 by a little Japanese film you might have heard of… called Godzilla. Later, when Godzilla was altered for American audiences in 1956, actor Raymond Burr was inserted throughout the film, as an American reporter bearing first-hand witness to the monster’s rampage. In Cloverfield, a monster invades New York, and Hudson – our single point-of-view amateur videographer – bears first-hand witness to the monster’s rampage, though for most of the film his camera tracks his buddy Rob and their ensemble through the devastated landscape.
The single camera “Blair Witch” P.O.V. of faux-reality employed by Cloverfield brings these classic, 50s monster movie elements out of the atomic age and into the YouTube century, with an intensity not born of the monster’s ferocity but an acute sense of imminence and intimacy. You’re watching someone’s home video, only they don’t get a baseball in the crotch… people start dying. It’s like watching a very lethal episode of MTV’s Scarred, or getting to see the footage of Timothy “Grizzly Man” Treadwell and his girlfriend eaten by an angered bear. The conceit of the film’s opening is that you’re watching government property, recovered footage from a handcam, and this allows the film to set an odd pacing and jump-cut style that makes even Paul Greengrass’ Bourne movies seem steady. Some will complain about this style; my advice? Don’t sit too close to the screen, or you may indeed get disoriented and nauseous.
Ultimately, the story is about survival and redemption… like many zombie movies, the story is less about the antagonistic forces and more about watching human relationships tighten or fragment in the pressure cooker of crisis. With lives on the line, Rob is forced to look deeply at what he wants in life, and what love means to him. His quest to rescue Beth isn’t just about saving her life, it’s about redeeming their relationship, which ultimately makes the film a love story with giant beast and citywide destruction as window dressing. There is also the haunting idea lurking in the shadows of the narrative, in regard to making a “video record” of our lives. It’s wondering what last thoughts or words we’re going to leave behind when faced with our own mortality… the moment of terror about how, or if, we’ll be remembered. Coupled with the indiscriminate death that rains down on the film’s protagonists, their fear reflects the angst of Solomon and something we often try to avoid thinking about:
Then I said in my heart, “What happens to the fool will happen to me also. Why then have I been so very wise?” And I said in my heart that this also is vanity. For of the wise as of the fool there is no enduring remembrance, seeing that in the days to come all will have been long forgotten. How the wise dies just like the fool! So I hated life, because what is done under the sun was grievous to me, for all is vanity and a striving after wind. – Ecclesiastes 2:15-17
The film’s ending, like the very nature of the film, is subjective and will undoubtedly have viewers debating its merit. I think the narrative ends precisely as it should have. Cloverfield is an engaging movie that breathes new life into the monster/survival genre. It’s a roller-coaster ride to see with friends, and even to see more than once. It’s earned a place on the shelf next to my Beast from 20,000 Fathoms DVD, and I look forward to a home-viewing as a double feature.
There have been some who have disparaged the film and it’s vivid destruction of New York as being “too soon” after 9/11 and the terrorist attacks on the World Trade Center. I won’t deny, during one scene where dust and debris rush down the street in a foreboding cloud, my mind went to both the televised footage of the event and the Oliver Stone film. Recent complaints have also been made about giant buildings being destroyed in both Spider-man 3 and Transformers. Not being in New York in September 2001, I don’t feel qualified to provide a definitive response. However, veterans of Normandy Beach were heavily impacted by Saving Private Ryan decades later. I suspect people at ground zero that day may always experience strong emotions watching anything of relative depiction. I hope in one way that I never forget the gravity of that historical event and that – even twenty years from now – a film with similar imagery will still bring it in mind.
Perhaps our mortality, and that of those around us, is something we shouldn’t try to avoid being reminded of…