Hubby and I ventured out to the movies last night after yet another long weekend of cleaning things out. (Side note: we’ve gotten so much done and gotten rid of tons of crap. Other crap that we would like to keep has moved into its own home at a local mini-storage. God Bless whoever thought of mini-storage.) So as a little bit of fun amid a lot of work, we went to the movies. War of the Worlds was every bit as intense as everyone said it was. The cinematography was breathtaking, and the doom was well conveyed thoughout the film. As a matter of fact, I felt myself whispering, “No, no, no…” quite a bit.
There were some unanswered tid bits and inconsistencies as far as continuity goes, which really didn’t bother me too much. The really big downer for me was the complete and utter lack of story. The treatment could have read: The aliens show up, they kill us, then die. I found it shocking how very little happened with the characters and the plot. Of course, I didn’t notice that until afterward, so maybe that should be commended. Mr. Speilberg held my attention for 2+ hours without my noticing the lack of plot.