Dear Justin...I forgive you.

Dear Justin, The following is a letter of forgiveness for recommending Cloverfield. To begin, I understand your motives. I can immediately see the Blair Witch-y faux-documentary cinematographic style would appeal to one such as you, of the liberal artsy persuasion. Considering the undisputed awesomeness of the concept--having Cthulu's cousin on a Manhattan man-eating spree--I was destined to see the movie no matter the numerous negative reviews. Unfortunately, I am from the seasick persuasion, and being forced to stare at my lap for long intervals in order to control my shaky-camera-induced nausea detracted from the experience a bit. Yes, you did warn me to sit in the middle of the theater. If only that had been enough... On the basis of our long friendship, and fact that--to date--you are the only non-relative to post comments on my blog, I will forgive you.