I watched the new Netflix film, Cloverfield Paradox, last night. I wasn’t impressed. That’s not to say I hated it—I didn’t. The acting’s pretty good as are the sets and special effects. The story deals with some interesting ideas about the nature of the universe, and there is plenty of action and tension.
Cloverfield Paradox reminds me of Alien in some respects, however, no monsters lay eggs in humans. It also reminds me of B-grade Sci-Fi tales from my youth; walking and running around between dialog scenes abound in this film too.
My biggest problem with the film is gravity; it’s omnipresent in the Cloverfield universe. I accept that on a space station, after all, artificial gravity is a common trope today. I don’t accept it when the power fails or characters make an extra-vehicular trip to dramatically save the day, yet again. Shame on you, J. J. Abrams, you know better.