I thought the idea behind a monster movie was to root for the humans to win. Man, did I ever get that one backwards.
I’m pretty sure you’re not supposed to cheer out loud when people get eaten. Or when people explode into pink mist behind a conveniently placed plastic curtain. Nor make gagging sounds over duress-prompted declarations of true love.
I’m also pretty sure that you’re not supposed to wonder why the Marines would be risking their own lives to save civilians. I mean, that’s what they do, right? Noble fellows.
Honestly, I’d have nuked ’em from orbit. It’s the only way to be sure.
The civilians, I mean. The monster I’d have airlifted to L.A. for some more biblically righteous vengeance.
In case you didn’t get the point; it was a terrible movie: irritating, nonsensical, badly acted, improbably staged. Save your money. Go see Juno or Atonement. Hell, go see the Veggie Tales movie – it’s probably just as entertaining.