After youth last night, we sat around Sonic waiting for the 9.50 showing of War of the Worlds. In the middle of the conversation, I said this.
“You know, I don’t know if I want to see this movie. We could just come over the house and watch Mystery Men.”
I am a prophet.
It was terrible. I’d rather seen Batman Begins for the 4th time or Star Wars III the third time. Somewhere in the world today Spielberg is laughing because he just got your $8.
The first 40 minutes of the film is so good. It tanks from there.
Character Development – well, if you call Dakota Fanning’s “Rachel” not screaming at the end of the movie development – it’s there.
Somehow, a near death experience with aliens brings an estranged father and son together with no dialogue.
Somehow, all of Boston is destroyed except the block that Tom’s ex-wife is staying.
Somehow, every electronic device is rendered useless except camcorders and the news van.
Wait for the DVD to see how they did the special effects. Because the eye-candy is amazing. It’s a shame they didn’t develop the story more.
Think Fantastic 4 is going to be the same way?