We just watched Cloverfield the other night, or rather we tried to watch it. We got through about half an hour of it before Danny and I were both so nauseaous that we had to stop. We fast forwarded through the last hour and a half of the movie so we could see what happened, and even that was pretty rough. I never saw the "Blair Witch Project," which I understand was sort of similar, and now I'm glad I didn't. It's a shame, because the idea of the movie was so awesome and we had been looking forward to seeing it forever. That, and we committed one of our three precious Netflix slots to it, which considering it takes two weeks to turn around a movie actually is a commitment...
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Sorry! I have been wanting to see that too. Your story reminds me of when my parents made Josh watch the video of my 16th birthday party (we fancied ourselves so grown up then, do you remember?) and some other videos from Europe. My little brother had been the designated photographer and Josh needed dramamine after a while! Lots of quick panning and LOTS of close ups of the stone boobies on statues, ha ha. :)
I would kill to see the video of your 16th birthday party...although I would probably want to make sure no one who doesn't already know and love me was in the room as I'm sure it would be fairly mortifying.
Good to know to take that one of of my queue. Robby and I saw Blair Witch in the theater and someone near me actually puked all over themself. Good times.
It's not too mortifying. We were all extremely thin, all had problematic hair, and were very, very, painfully silly. :)
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