I need to think about it a tiny bit more, plus I decided to have a few beers tonight, and wouldn't write what I meant to, anyway.
All in all, I loved
Cloverfield. Far better than I expected. I was halfway shocked - and halfway smug with my jaded opinion on other people's movie preferences - that people were so vocal about how awful the film was. I'm sure it had to do with the lack of clearly defined acts, the "realistic" footage, etc... but I felt that the film was raw and real. It's like so many parties I've been to - all the characters were there, just, perhaps a bit over-the-top with its realism... But, I loved it.
I honestly though that at the end they said
Or that might be the beers talking - real beers, smuggled in from California. But, it's a reasonable facsimile to what I thought I heard a few hours ago in a dark, empty theater.