“Excuse me, can I have another order of fries? Because my friend here is fat. ” (Cary)
I enjoyed this movie way too much, I thought when the movie faded to black. Then I noticed the credits and thought: I’m not enjoying this nearly enough. In a world currently inhabited by the Summer blockbusters, Super 8 delivers something fresh and exciting: it’s not fast. It’s not fancy. It doesn’t star Justin Timberlake. It’s just a cute little movie telling a cute little story that, somewhere along the line, turns into shit. The good kind of shit.






