Empire magazine’s Olly Richards, there, igniting a flame up my backside that propelled me to my local Vue on Saturday afternoon.
Unfortunately, the Cloverfield experience echoed ones I had watching The Zombie Diaries and, to a lesser extent, The Blair Witch Project on the big screen. I’m just not cut out to have stomach-churning shakycam engulfing my field of vision for any length of time.
And so, after 30 minutes, I disengaged emotionally from the film to focus my attention on not spewing. My thoughts, therefore, are a bit random and not worth twisting into a review, so I won’t.
My reaction to Cloverfield started me thinking, though. Diary Of The Dead, the fifth film in George Romero’s zombie saga, is being presented in a similar manner to Cloverfield: as an hour and a half of amateur-style footage. It’s due to be released in the UK on 7 March. Do I brave it at the cinema? In all honesty, I don’t think I’ll be able to wait for a shiny disc, so I’m considering necking a couple of travel-sickness pills before buying a ticket.
Anyone got any decent tips (medications or otherwise)? Bring ’em on…