Public Service Announcement: Watching Cloverfield may cause nausea, dizziness, and vomiting...
Or not. It wasn't necessarily the movie's entire fault. I had just finished a ridiculously stressful work shift, am suffering from "improper draining of fluid" in my right ear along with my own personal upper respiratory infection, and had managed to drink an entire soda and consume half a box of Buncha-Crunch during the previews.
And it really was my own fault for not glancing at a single review for the film. I mean, I would have seen "Blair Witch" comparisons, gone "Shaky Cam! Fuck no!" and ran the other way.
But I didn't.
So Coverfield wins the honor of being the very first film I ever walked out on in a theatre. With walking of course being a euphemism for stumbling away hunched over and trying not to vomit till I could reach the bathroom. Yeah, I made it ten minutes or so into the film before having to rush out in a fit of dizziness and nausea and I then managed to make it a whole five minutes or so through before making my sister and her boyfriend take me home.
Luckily, my sister and I have been getting along fantastically lately (surprising no one more than the two of us), and her man Greg was totally fine with leaving. He was even all "I feel you, Tab, I was getting dizzy too. I think you need to be a teeny-bopper like Vicki to be able to follow that shit." To which my sister responded with a glare that he met with "What? You know you love Tiger Beat!"
So, not so terrible times. Except for the vomit.
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