10 Cloverfield Lane

I’m pretty sure that Bad Robot is my spirit animal. Well, spirit studio.

Time and time again, I find myself enjoying anything with the endorsement of that little robot scampering across the screen. 10 Cloverfield Lane is no exception to that rule. While the first two-thirds of movie went on a little too long for my taste, the ending (and potential rumored third film) are worth the wait. Something about a good, creepy alien getting its ass kicked by a strong female character is just soul satisfying.

Oh, yeah. Spoilers.

10 Cloverfield Lane is a very different monster movie, amidst a film environment filled with gory horror and  violence for the sake of violence. I’ve always had a thing with John Goodman. He and my father were both born the same year, raised in Missouri, and physically similar. I’ve loved watching Goodman as Fred Flintstone and on Roseanne and listening to him as Sully (Monsters, Inc.) and Pascha (The Emperor’s New Groove). So, you can imagine that seeing him as a violent, murderous kidnapper (and possible rapist) was psychologically tolling enough. Thanks for that Abrams. But, no harm, no foul. You gave me an amazingly strong character from Mary Elizabeth Winstead as Michelle (also, my middle name so the psychological layers keep building). I’m so glad that she ends the movie making her way to Houston.

Regardless of the psychological toll this film took on me, I’ll be back for my next dose of Bad Robot.

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