(Yes, I know you’re wondering, has Paul gotten into spam? No, I haven’t.)
During my last year of college, I made a bet with my roommate. It was a significant bet. It was perhaps the only real financial bet I’ve ever made (in the strict definition of betting). I bet him $100 that ten years after we graduated from college, I would be more into classical music than I was into rock.
It was based on my love affair with the Andante movement of Mozart’s 40th Symphony. To this day, in my opinion, it’s one of the finest musical creations ever. Even though I’ve heard it tons of times, it still evokes deep emotion within me.
But alas, I lost the bet. Rock is still my first love. If you like, compare rock to cotton candy (UK: candy floss), but it keeps me consistently coming back for more.
So Brian Wells, if you are reading this, shoot me an email and I’ll send you $100. (Sadly, I lost track of him several years ago.)
ET mixed with Aliens mixed with Jurassic Park. Add in a lot of intelligence. Then you have Super 8.
My 15‐year‐old son and I saw Super 8 last night. We thoroughly enjoyed it. J.J. Abrams, the director of the TV series Lost, added that same level of suspense to the film — except you don’t have to wait five years to solve the mystery.
Visually, it’s stunning. The crashes and attacks are totally in your face. The slow‐moving scenes are treated with care and respect.
There is way more character development than most action movies provide… a teenage romance is almost the film’s centerpiece.
The PG‐13 rating is appropriate. My 10‐year‐old daughter would have been too scared. And some of the kids swear like sailors.
Verdict? Go, if my description makes the film sound appealing to you. It may be the best film of the summer.
Finally, here’s another worthy review from my brother: on Amazon. (Scroll down on that page.)
Still photo courtesy of collider.com.