Psychoblog

persuaded carl to take me to see war of the worlds over the weekend. i remember the jeff wayne tapes very well and i was curious to see how they had remade it. i thought it was a good idea to set the film in an entirely different place with different characters, still being true to the original story but without the messiness of “oh, in the play he never said that line at that moment, tsk”.

i thought the film was really good. tom cruise was very good in it, as i had heard, but the little girl playing his daughter was fantastic. her fear seemed so real. that’s what struck me about the whole film too, that it all seemed so real. not one alien or tripod looked out of place in that world, even the people being vapourised by the rays looked realistic. well, i have never seen anyone actually being vapourised so i suppose i don’t know what it should look like, but that seemed fairly close anyway.

i spent most of the film with a look of horror on my face. i thought it was quite scary and that night i worried about leaving the bedroom window open in case the alien eye came in to find us. definitely wouldn’t take a 12 year old to see it. specially since i don’t know any 12 year olds.

so all in all, good film. did the story justice i thought and i managed to repress the urge to start singing “da-da-daaaaaaaaa”.