BP, E, F, and I went to see War of The Worlds last night. Which is strange because none of us really wanted to. Don't worry, I won't ruin it for you. Steven Spielberg already did that! Ha! Seriously. I didn't expect to like this movie. Mostly because I've been so annoyed by Tom Cruise's monkey like antics lately that I can't see him as anything other than a retarded ward of the state who spends his days walking up and down main street doing puppet shows with his privates. Too specific? I think not.

Anyway...

In spite of my stone-faced indifference, War of The Worlds sucked me in. Maybe it was the special effects. Maybe it was the scenes of incredible devastation and people's all too human reactions to it. Maybe it was little Dakota Fanning and her creepy adult in a little girl's body vibe. Whatever it was, I was into the movie and concerned about the actors. BP and I kept leaning over to each other to comment on how nervous we were for the characters. Sure there were plot holes you could drive a truck through, and sure most of the character's problems were caused by inhumanly stupid decisions on their parts, but still, we were into it.

And then...

Then...

Then the movie ends. Just ends. They wrap it up with the most anti-climatic, deus ex machina plot device I've ever seen in my life. And maybe that's how the original ended, I don't know. I can't imagine they shoe-horned it in as quickly as this movie did, though. Two hours of mind-numbing danger and peril and then fttttp! It's over. The movie equivilant of premature ejaculation. F refused to leave the theatre for a few minutes because he was sure there must be something else that would happen. We finally had to escort him, crying, to the car.

As if I needed another reason to hate Tom Cruise.


and what about all the unresolved sexual tension between him and tim robbins? i really think they should've explored that relationship a little more.

i'm just sayin'.  


i haven't seen the new one but the old war of worlds [book] has the same anti climatic ending.  


H.G. Wells was the Tom Cruise of his day. Suck it, Wells!

And good point, BP. What really happened in that room behind the closed door.  


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