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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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The raw sound of the gears grinding inside the cable car tracks on San Francisco's Powell Street

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Posted by Jeffrey Wells on April 30, 2007 at 09:51 PM

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Dublin101 says ...

Soothing in a odd kind of way. Nice one, Jeff. I dig the whimsy of it.

Posted by Dublin101 at May 1, 2007 08:37 AM

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frankbooth says ...

A sad and spooky sound indeed when you're walking a befogged Nob Hill alone at night.

Cat and Fiddle must have been a total bust (either that or an utter drunken fiasco). Did a single soul show up? Not even jeffmcm? Or was it a bunch of tedious Lacan blather too dull to relate?

Posted by frankbooth at May 1, 2007 09:40 AM

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MathewM says ...

When I lived in downtown Chicago, in the S. Loop district; the L made a very distinct 'squealing' sound that was both mysterious and very beautiful. And no it wasn't the normal squeal you hear when nearby. Something about the echo...would of been very nice to capture.

Posted by MathewM at May 1, 2007 10:04 AM

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