War of the Worlds Review
First and foremost, let me just say that War of the Worlds was probably the least viewer-friendly movie I've seen in a Very Long Time. There are absolutely ZERO likeable characters in it. Tom Cruise's character, Ray, is a jackass from the beginning; his daughter, Rachel, is a snivelling, whiney hypochondriac who is also a spoiled little rich bitch. I usually adore Dakota Fanning and her characters; this time I walked out of the theatre twice just to avoid hearing her ear-splitting shriek for the thousandth time. The son, Robbie, was the only character I even remotely cared about, and he was the typical stereotype of a teenage boy--doesn't listen, yells at his father, doesn't call him Dad, etc. etc. etc. A lot like my brothers.
There was no concrete ending. In the earlier movie, didn't they die from the common cold or something along those lines? This is strongly hinted at here, but it isn't made clear. The bots just stop.
Just...ugh. None of it made any sense, and it all seemed to be violence just for the sake of violence (which, admittedly, now makes up about 50% of national released films).
I think I'm going to finish my cheesebuger and nuggets from McDonald's (the only "food" I've had to eat today) and go rent a halfway decent movie at Blockbuster.
Ciao,
aC