Originally posted at www.squirrelsofdoom.com June 27, 2011
By Roz Young
This review is being penned shamefully late. I’m so desperate to finish it I’m actually writing at work, with a synthesis plan for radioactively labelled hexadecane sitting on my lap and the meeting minutes I’m really supposed to be working on strewn around me as though I have absolutely zero organizational skills. But this review is important. Super 8 is not about a bunch of superheroes, everyone must know.
No, I kid. You already know that. You know it’s a Spielberg throw back written and directed by J.J. Abrams. The movie is set in 1979 Ohio and a bunch of kids are trying to film a zombie flick when mysterious shit goes down, a train crashes and something is unleashed on their sleepy unsuspecting town. I can’t say much more because like most of the movies we see, you should go into this film without any clue about the <edited for spoilers> and the awesome <spoilers edit>. But, no matter how you make it happen, you should go see this movie. Preferably at the theatre.
We grew up watching Steven Spielberg movies, many of them with kids as integral characters. E.T., Gremlins, the Goonies , Jurassic Park... and Super 8 has that same feel. But it’s bammed up a notch by J.J. Abrams and some kick ass modern technology. It’s a fantastic movie of friendship and dreams and broken families. And an unspeakable horror. Obviously you will like it. Matt and I liked it, and we would never lead you astray. I’m so sorry about Tokyo Gore Police. And Anti-Christ.
So, go see Super 8. Or rent it when you get a chance (who am I kidding, people don’t rent movies, unless they’re Matt and acquire films through all possible means). If you have to watch it at home, see it with other like minded people. With popcorn. Turn the lights off. It’s a movie to be experienced, with dash of nostalgia and a digitally edited monster punch to the face. Enjoy.
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