Just finished watching War of the Worlds. Honestly, I don’t know what the fuss was all about. The first descriptive word that came out of my mouth when I left the cinema was ‘mediocre’ (for Spielberg’s standards), and that was to avoid insulting my boyfriend in case he enjoyed it.
Before I get to any real spoilers though, the funniest part of the two hours had to be the guy sitting behind me. Near the beginning of the movie, this question was asked: “What’s the capital of Australia?” Whoever was behind me promptly announced in a know-it-all voice, “I know. Sydney!” Pffft.
Back to the film though. It started off brilliantly, I loved the lightning strikes and the tripod’s emergence from underground. Thankfully the son’s ‘I hate you dad’ scenes were limited.
Halfway through though things started to go A.I. The basement cat-and-mouse game seemed to last hours, turning what could have been a welcome break from all the destruction into something dreadfully dull.
The ending was rushed and crude. Could they not have hinted that the aliens were dying before the last ten minutes of the movie? And of course the military needed Tom Cruise the action hero to point out that the shields were down, apparently they don’t have brains of their own.
I did like the part though when the family gets kicked out of the car by the mob, that was a bit more realistic and emotional. Not much else in the movie made me care about them enough to root for them to survive.
Maybe I’ll go buy the book, I’m sure I’ll find it more impressive.