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Visually, and unsurprisingly, War of the Worlds is absolutely stunning. To a generation of filmgoers who have grown accustomed to big budget special effects extravaganza's, WotW manages to stand out from the crowd. Maybe it's just because everyone seems to be spending their special effects budgets on mass historical battles nowadays, but there is something refreshing about seeing a whole bunch of stuff really, really impressively blown up. Now, for those of you who have somehow managed to miss the book, film, and various other adaptations, the plot of War of the Worlds is startling simple. Innocent bystander stands witness to the end of the world, as brought about by militant men from Mars (gotta love that alliteration) - in this case, divorcee dock-worker Ray (Tom Cruise) who finds that his weekend with his estranged kids, delinquent 16 year old Robby and intensely annoying and psychologically damaged 10-year-old Rachael, is somewhat ruined by the systematic extermination of the human race by alien invaders. Not exactly word for word from the HG Wells original, but I'm willing to forgive a multitude of sins in the case of this film — while I would loved to have seen a proper historical adaptation of the book, but watching alien tripod fighting machines blowing up New Jersey and the like does give it a certain immediacy. So, when aliens start messing up his weekend plans, Ray makes a beeline for any kind of safety he can find, which is scant. With terrifying, unstoppable alien death machines everywhere, intent on turning your species to fertiliser, it's hard to catch a break. He's not aided by the fact that his kids are as dysfunctional as any five Jerry Springer guests, and the rest of the people he meets along the way are also more than a few death rays short of a global extermination plan (how's that for a beautifully extended metaphor? Don't like it? Everyone's a critic...) Exactly as it should be, War of the Worlds is almost the antithesis of films like Independence Day. Instead of being caught in the centre of humanities fight to drive back the aliens, we are instead drawn along with someone as powerless as we the audience are. It's hard to be emotionally invested in the safety of a jet fighter flying US president - not many of us happen to be one of those. It's pretty easy to relate to the normal man (or woman) on the street though, doing exactly what we would do in the same circumstances - hiding, running, and trying not to die. Not everything with WotW is perfect, however. Speilberg's tendency to over-schmaltzify everything is still prevelant here as well, including a scene which if you are anything like me you will be praying for Tom Cruise not to sing. There's also a scene which I felt was out of place (but I don't want to spoil here), but which I thought pretty much subverted a lot of the films integrity for the sake of adding an 'action' scene. However, there are lots of nice nods to both the book and the 1950's original film - the addition of the Red Weed, the extended sequence in the cellar, the stuff with the ferry and the addition of several sequences that seem deliberately identical to the same scenes in the 50's version show that the film knows its roots, even though it's perfectly willing to leave them behind. What else is there to say? Steven Spielberg knows how to make a blockbuster, and War of the Worlds is no exception. In a summer which has continued to produce quality films, War of the Worlds simply adds to that pedigree, as well as having the distinction of being the first film to cause my girlfriend to unconsciously injure me. Here's a tip guys - if your other half has sharp nails and a strong grip, you might want to not hold hands.
War of the Worlds is kind of a simple premise; I agree with Rich on that subject. Bad guys come to take over Earth. We don’t have a reason, but frankly, I don’t need one. I somehow doubt we’d get one anyway, if such a scenario ever happened. But instead of big flying saucers in the sky, the alien ships have been buried under the Earth for millions of years and are just now being activated. Don’t ask why a race of super-intelligent beings with technology up the whazoo would wait years (much less millions of them) to take over our planet when they had the technology for that long. You won’t ever get anything approaching an answer. But anyway, aliens come to take over the Earth. Fine. So instead of watching someone we might actually care about, we trace Tom Cruise as a deadbeat dad and his two annoying kids as they try to stay alive. A hint to movie makers: if you’re not going to bother with character development, then give us a character we might like. I honestly didn’t care if Tom Cruise and his family lived or died, because they all annoyed the heck out of me. I’m all for the anti-hero and flaws and all that, but make the guy at least be funny or charismatic in some bizarre way or something. Although to give Spielberg some credit, at least the character didn’t have a cute love interest. There. I said something nice. I don’t have much else nice to say, though. The dialogue was lacking, the acting was all right but nothing jaw dropping, and the ending really relied on you actually knowing the story and extrapolating from the original. But what bothered me more than anything were the special effects. Excuse me while I pull out my soap box. Like most people, I remember the morning of September 11, 2001 very, very clearly. I remember standing in my dinky little apartment, wearing a blue t-shirt and white pajama pants with little flowers on them, watching the Towers fall on my 13-inch television. And somewhere in my mind amid the shock and horror, a little voice was saying this isn’t really happening. I’ve seen this before. This isn’t happening — it’s all some big special effect and it’s a movie and it’s not really happening and oh God, it IS happening! I remember seeing Deep Impact and Armageddon playing over in my head, when you saw the landmarks of New York fall. And I remember hearing in radio interviews and people talking about it that I wasn’t the only one with that reaction. There was talk about less violence in movies, and maybe that we shouldn’t film major landmarks falling anymore. Well, no major landmarks are destroyed in War of the Worlds, but the focus of the movie is entirely on the destruction of humanity and our way of life. Maybe I’m making too much of it (and arguably, it is a summer blockbuster), but maybe I’m not, too. I don’t think that September 11th should govern our every move and influence our every decision, but it really has put a sour taste in my mouth when it comes to movies like this. I just don’t see what the entertainment value is in mass destruction. The problem with War of the Worlds is that that’s all the movie is — mass destruction. Rich mentioned that utter feeling of powerless that someone would feel in such a situation. Now, I’m all for that. But if you want that, and want it done well, go rent Signs. Something I noticed (okay, something that jumps out and whacks you over the head like one of those Whack-a-Mole thingies) is that Signs and War of the Worlds basically have the same plot: bad guys come to take over Earth, but get defeated by something monstrously simple. The difference is the focus. War of the Worlds has Tom Cruise running from Steven Spielberg’s CGI cinema, and Signs explores how one family responds to the same threat in a more psychological fashion. I loved Signs. Signs was everything War of the Worlds should have been… and that one, I was on the edge of my seat. I don’t even so much mind disaster flicks. There were some concepts that were really interesting in Deep Impact, like the idea of a lottery to determine who would be saved and who would be left to die. I haven’t seen The Day After yet, but it’s a person coping with destruction brought about by mans’ own carelessness. But what War of the Worlds lacked was any compassion, caring, message, or thought about the characters. It was simply “Tom Cruise runs from the world ending”, with nothing else behind it. Take away the special effects and there was nothing there for me, and that was what left me frustrated and not liking the movie. Okay, I’ll get off my soap box now. Anyway, this isn’t to say War of the Worlds is a terrible movie, or that Tom Cruise should be burned in effigy. I mean, granted, the media hype around him right now kind of puts a bad taste in my mouth as well, but that even annoys me because it’s really not my business what celebrities do outside their movies, and I refuse to care because that lends them far more importance than I think they deserve. (I mean, it’s not like they listen to the gossip about MY life or anything.) But overall, I just didn’t think this movie was worth the money put into it — either by the producers to make it, or by me to see it. Go rent Signs. Better flick, more suspense, better acting, better writing, better plot, and just a better movie overall.
I knew about from the time of the trailers that War of the Worlds would not be on my favorites list this year. I did give it a fair shot, but I had a gut feeling (which was later proved correct) that this was nothing more than a full-fledged Disaster Movie with scifi trappings. Disaster Movies are what I call films that are nothing more than a group of people trying to survive some monumental disaster. There’s no "winning", there’s no clear antagonist, there’s no bigger rhyme or reason to it all. It’s just a lot of things that go "Boom" and the people who run from them. That, to me, is what dull is all about. War of the Worlds introduces us to aliens who make a mess on the rug of humanity, and how Tom Cruise and his two "please for the love of PETE shut the heck UP" kids trotting away from the scenes of carnage without a greater purpose in mind. Similar to both Signs and many zombie flicks, War of the Worlds takes an extremely myopic view of the large-scale events, offering us only little slivers of the larger picture here and there. That is frustrating. That is restricting your storytelling from what is interesting and planting it squarely on what is boring. If it wasn’t for all of the Random Exposition Characters that Cruise kept bumping into, offering him exclusive information given to few other people in the world, I think this film would’ve been entirely focused on a handful of people hiking across New England. Yes, the special effects are nifty. So what? There’s no real fun to it. The humans don’t offer up any serious challenge to the aliens, so the whole affair has the excitement of watching a kid go stomping around on earthworms after a spring rain. Messy and only momentarily interesting. Plus, did anyone actually read the script with a semi-intelligent eye and see all of the nonsense when it came to the aliens’ intentions and actions? I have to imagine that the Alien Overlord’s orders to the invading fleet had to be something like this, in order to fit in with the events of the film:
ORDER #2: Let’s stealthily invade the planet under the cover of gigantic lightning storms. ORDER #3: Even though we have immensely powerful death rays and huge machines, let’s be completely unsporting and use Invincibility Shields so that it’s not even close to a fair fight. ORDER #4: Oh, and just so no ocean-going vessels collide with us, let’s equip each Tripod with a fog horn. ORDER #5: Kill all humans. After that, capture live humans and use for fertilizer. What, we don’t have any humans left? How come? ORDER #6: Let’s not actually do any scans of the planet we’re invading to see if there’s anything potentially life-threatening to our species. It looks like a nice place, let’s just go ahead! ORDER #7: Stan, make SURE you put those anuses on all of the Tripods. Last planet, we were anus-less, and we lacked that essential weak point in our armor. Screw up again, and you’re through, mister!
Is It Worth Staying Through End Credits?
Intermission! [some sources: IMDb]
The crew started filming only seven months prior to its release. In order to finish all 500+ CGI effects, Steven Spielberg did all the big action scenes in the early stages of shooting. While scenes were being shot at the riverbank on Connecticut River, in Windsor, Connecticut, two life sized mannequins being used as extras had gotten free and drifted into the river. The production's water safety crew performed a search but weren't able to recover the mannequins. Police departments along the river were notified of the missing, according to Windsor police Lt. Shannon Haynes who said "We just wanted them to know that if they got any calls about bodies floating in the river." The voice-over dialogue from the first trailer for the film paraphrases and updates the first paragraph from H.G. Wells's novel. For example "19th century" is changed to "21st century." Groovy Quotes
Ray: No, that thing came from...someplace else.
Ogilby: Mister, I don't think you and me are on the same page... Ray: How about we come up with a plan which doesn't involve drafting your 10 year old sister into the Army! If you liked this movie, try these:
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