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Cloverfield [BLU-RAY] (Paramount Home Entertainment, 6.3.2008) Disguised under deliberately goofy, yet deliciously edible-sounding, aliases such as Cheese and Slusho, Matt Reeves' Cloverfield was produced and rushed into theaters under an equally appetizing shroud of secrecy. From last year's incredibly elusive Super Bowl ad to the film's viral marketing campaign, Cloverfield had everybody scratching their heads and drooling in anticipation. Aside from the as-yet untitled title and the Blair Witch-ian visual style, the film's biggest appeal was the enigmatic creature who was last (un)seen hurling the decapitated head of the Statue of Liberty onto the crowded streets of New York City. All we knew about the mysterious beast was that it was big and angry. Now that the highy-anticipated project has come and gone, one question has fortunately been answered: Cloverfield was a major success. (continued)

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A sincerely rendered approval-slash-redemption piece

A sincerely rendered approval-slash-redemption piece appeared in last Sunday's New York Times, with Charles Isherwood lauding the talents of Elizabeth Berkley and her work in Scott Elliott's revival of David Rabe's Hurlyburly. "I hereby spread the word that [Berkley] is pretty darn good," he wrote. "You may have already heard that virtually everyone is terrific in this much-acclaimed production. That Ms. Berkley holds her own among this skilled company of scene- stealers (i.e., Ethan Hawke, Josh Hamilton, Wallace Shawn) is a testament to how much her talent has grown since her appearance in [a certain] monumentally bad movie. As Bobbie, a 'balloon dancer' who gets more than she bargained for on a joyride with a frustrated actor, the statuesque Ms. Berkley is like a big, battered Barbie doll, a bruised good-time girl who, contrary to expectations, turns out to have a more reliable moral compass than almost anyone else onstage. Ms. Berkley handles the more baroque stretches of Mr. Rabe's dialogue with aplomb, and strikes a deeply poignant note in the play's second act, when Bobbie interrupts a drug-induced, nihilistic reverie from Mr. Hawke's character with a morsel of humanistic truth: Life may be a big, empty lie, but that's no excuse for being mean to your friends."

Posted by Jeffrey Wells on June 21, 2005 at 5:14 AM

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