Cloverfield + Mexican Food + Front Row = Disaster!
So last night, I was sitting around watching TV (actually, I had popped in T2 to refresh my memory and prepare for Monday’s new Sarah Connor Chronicles) when I get a call from my brother. He sounded confused and beat down. He was calling with a warning. “Don’t go see Cloverfield if you just had Mexican Food and Margaritas, then have to sit in the front row of the theater.” Turns out, he got motion sickness and was now curled up on the bathroom floor, fighting a battle bigger than the Cloverfield beast.
Moments later, my other brother called from the same house with the same warning. Clearly they found a recipe for disaster.
Before my brothers hung up, both uttered this prophetic word of advice: Dramamine!
January 26th, 2008 at 12:21 pm
The movie completely wiped my wife out, and she had neither mexican food nor margaritas.
I looked over at her a couple of times during the film, and could tell she was doing her best to focus on something off screen in order to keep from vomiting.
I, however, was completely fine.
January 27th, 2008 at 6:41 pm
The unfortunate part about getting sick during the movie was that I actually enjoyed what was going on. Had I simply been uninterested, I would have just got up and left. Unfortunately, or fortunately depending on you look at it, I was engaged enough to stick around. It was a battle, but I suppose the movie won since I stuck around nauseated just to be enthralled by what was going to happen next.
Winner on all levels: Cloverfield