Paramount was right to keep images of the alien creatures and the alien ships tightly under wraps (though perhaps requiring Steven Spielberg to check his cell phone at the door of the New York premiere last week may have been a tad unnecessary), because when you finally see them, you're sharing the experience with the characters in the film, and that is: Holy fuck. And you almost want to look away, it's too much to deal with, and yet you can't, it's so horrifyingly fascinating.
Click on over to FlickFilosopher.com for my review of the new Spielberg flick.
Oh, I so wanted to like this flick.
The story behind it has all the elements of, well, a great film itself: hope, tragedy, resilience, imagination, cunning, pluck, even a David-and-Goliath aspect. I wish I could call it a triumph for the little guy, but it's such an utter failure on all levels that it almost serves as a warning against giving in to great ambition.
That’s from my review of the Victorian-era, direct-to-DVD "competing" War of the Worlds flick. There’s much more, of course...
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