We've been receiving emails all morning from folks who've discovered that Cloverfield (aka that mysterious J.J. Abrams-produced monster flick) is now shooting scenes on the Lower East Side of Manhattan. Of course, this now means my lazy ass will need to stop by tonight after my Superbad screening to see what's really going on, but based on the pics coming in, it looks like folks have dropped a ton of concrete on a car and scattered the street with debris as if something monstrous had just moved through. In the meantime, you can scope out some of the damage here and here, and stay tuned to Cinematical for more updates once I'm able to check out the scene for myself.

Wait, we're not done yet. Since it's a new day, Cloverfield has been given another title. Contrary to me wanting them to just call it The One Where I Punch J.J. Abrams in the Face, some internet MacGyvers are saying that the film might be called Overnight. Apparently, some lawyer who's worked with Abrams is registering names with something -- I dunno, nor do I care. We do know, however, that three teaser posters were released at ComicCon. All of them featured the same image of the Statue of Liberty without a head, but two of them were titled: Monstrous and Ferocious Furious. Could the teasers be leading up to a new poster with the title Overnight? I'm not crazy about the name, but it would make sense since all the action appears to take place, well, overnight. Or, in the middle of the night. And if you listen to the Billy Joel song River of Dreams, it begins with the lyrics: "In the middle of the night, I go walking in my sleep. From the mountains of faith, to the river so deep." Could Billy Joel have something to do with Cloverfield? Is the river he's speaking of the Hudson River? Is Billy Joel the monster? And the plot thickens ...

The promised sequel to the cult-movie The Boondock Saints is almost...nearly...close to being...set to begin. The cast and crew is ready and Fox is eager to distribute the film, but unfortunately the rights to it are held up in court thanks to Saints producer Elie Samaha. Writer-director Troy Duffy should be used to having complications slow down his success, though: After writing the script for the original film, Duffy had a deal with Miramax but was let go after pissing off Harvey Weinstein. Further problems can be seen in the brilliantly revealing documentary Overnight.

As for the sequel, Duffy has had it in mind since finishing the first film, and has had no problem getting most of the cast interested. Last month he told IGN, "everybody's in and calling me every two weeks and going 'when are we going to do this thing?'" Willem Dafoe will not be returning, but otherwise Duffy makes it sound like production will begin the very split second that legal matters are cleared up.

I don't really understand the success of The Boondock Saints, which made millions of dollars in DVD sales after making only thousands at the box office. The first two acts are "cool" in the guys-with-guns way that was so popular in the '90s, and Dafoe is amazing as the creepy detective, but it really, really falls apart in the end. Still, I hope that production can get going soon, because I'm hoping that with the sequel will be also be a sequel to Overnight. I can't wait to see how much of an ass Troy Duffy has become in the last six years.

• Bloodrayne - Teutonic terror Uwe Boll directs movies no more than gravity directs objects to Earth. His grasp of pithy things like story and character development is nearly non-existent, and his penchant for adapting video games has earned him a reputation as a sort of idiot savant (only without the savant part), kind of like if the kid on the porch in Deliverance only knew how to play the riff that Vanilla Ice nicked from Queen's "Under Pressure". His latest, a shameless Blade ripoff about a half-human, half-vampire avenger (Kristianna Loken), is miscast, barely written and staged with the skill of a spastic with cataracts. Currently residing on the IMDB's Bottom 100 (at #34), it and Boll's rotting body of work have elevated the oeuvre of Ed Wood, whose non-charting Plan 9 From Outer Space was once considered the worst film ever made, to common hack status. At least the inclusion of the free PC version of the Bloodrayne 2 video game will help soothe buyer remorse.