I skipped the first screening of “Cloverfield” last night at the Lincoln Square to attend a pre-Sundance screening of Tom McCarthy’s superb “The Visitor” in the calm of the Dolby Screening Room and it sure sounds like I made the right choice. Kyle Smith, who will be reviewing later this week for The Post, offers this taste at his snarky blog: “The flick, which runs barely 70 minutes before the credits, is about a 500-foot tall creature rampaging through Manhattan. Though the FX are impressively frightening and at times the photography is cool — the entire thing purports to be footage found on a video camera of a twentysomething dude who was filming the chatter of his friends at a party when disaster struck — ”Cloverfield” is a tale told by an idiot. The actions of its dull characters are inexplicable (would you sprint through the streets if you knew a monster was stomping around out there?), the story nonexistent (various people running away from something is not a story). The dialogue could not have been worse if the writer had been specifically ordered to write the stupidest lines he could think of…”