I watched Super 8 twice in one night earlier this week, and the mere fact that I wasn't bored at all during the second viewing (in IMAX!) obviously indicates something positive about the movie.
That said ... I wish I could report that I loved the movie. I wish I could honestly say that it was automatically my favorite movie of the year to date and a strong, immediate candidate to still be my favorite movie of the year by the time the year was over. I wish I could say that it lived up to the promise of its awesome trailer (the full one, not the teaser from months and months and months ago) and truly rekindled the Spielberg-suburbiana majesty of his films circa 1977-1985.
I wish that were the case, but, sad to say, it isn't.