Steven Spielberg ought to be ashamed of himself. I want my $9.50 back.
No, wait, that doesn’t quite cover it. Spielberg ought to be stripped of his movie-making abilities and forced to wander the streets of Hollywood dressed in rags, pursued by packs of street urchins who pelt him with overpriced drink cups and empty popcorn containers.
Actually, the first third of the movie was pretty good — the first view of the alien tripods in New York was visually amazing, with great detail, and the flight from the city was good. Basically, he had me engaged up through Cruise and family being pulled from the car. After that, the pattern of run-run-run, die-die-die, run more got pretty old after awhile. And jeez, who in the audience didn’t know that Tim Robbins was going to turn out to be loony?
And given their amazing super powered tripods with shields and disintegration rays, what the *heck* were the aliens doing hunting down humans in rural basements, one by one?
While we’re asking, whose idea was it to make the aliens look cheap Alien knockoffs? Did the studio get a bulk deal on H.R. Giger designs?
But the ending, oh my God the ending. I won’t spoil it for those that are still planning to see the movie, but it does end…sort of abruptly. It seems like Spielberg kind of forgot to write a second half to the story, and then forgot about it until the end of shooting, so it was easier to just have Morgan Freeman say some stuff before the credits rolled. Like I said, if I’d watched just the first third, it would have been a great War of the Worlds. The first half…a pretty good WoW. But man, once you watch the whole thing, it just sucked.