J.J. Abrams was involved in the discovery and inventing of many things, including (but not limited to) the wheel, gravity, toast, and–most recently– Super 8. My goal in writing this post is not to spend an hour on talking about how great this movie truly is, how much it is appreciated by society today, how much it will impact the future of movies for the next several years, or how amazing J.J. Abrams and Steven Spielberg are together as a
delicious after-school snack cohesive unit. Rather, my intentions in this post are to discuss how you are stupid if you don’t like this movie. You should be put to death without delay, if not by me (I’m a busy person with a busy lifestyle) then by an immediate family member. I’m not sure what’s not to like about this movie. Educate me.
Monsieur Abram’s passions are wonderfully displayed in Super 8. He loved the late 70s/early 80s, and he especially loves Spielberg’s works from that time period. So, it goes without saying that this movie resembles movies of the above time period (good morning, E.T.: The Extra-Terrestrial and Rob Reiner’s Stand by Me). It envelopes the 80s feel-good times with innocence-of-youth wrapping paper and ties it with a bow of optimism. To be clear: its similarities to the aforementioned movies are intentional.
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