The wait is finally over. After 6 solid months of courting us through one of the most wildly unique, well constructed viral campaigns ever executed, Cloverfield is at last being unleashed upon audiences. And sitting there in the theatre is something akin to seeing your girlfriend naked for the very first time. I mean, there’s been an awful lot of build up. A lot of teasing, groping and even the hint of a nipple slip with a glimpse of something peeking out from behind a building in the trailer. But can it live up to the hype? Can that ass live up to how it looks in those perfectly crafted jeans? Will it be perky and firm and exceed your every hope? Or sag in all the wrong places? The moments before the bra strap is finally unclasped are unbearable. This could be the greatest night of your life, or another sad, flaccid night of broken promises.
Holy shit, now I’m going to have a boner through the entire movie. Thanks, AICN.
Rusty, I’m sorry, you’re 14 … hell, I had a boner 24-hours a day when I was 14! NBLIANGW
And Bing, I do believe the bucket’s on the other lap, so to speak, you sexy hunk of crippled, hairy man meat. Back off, Bucho, he’s mine … I seen him first!