After Katie?
If you are a bit mystified by the
trailers for Steven Spielberg's newest because it doesn't
show the aliens or their machines, then take this as
a recommendation: they're great, it's just Spielberg
letting you know his focus is on the little people running
away screaming from the big things killing, crunching,
stabbing and grabbing people. While that may be disappointing
for those expecting another Independence Day,
Spielberg proves here that he can do both large scale
epic destruction while injecting exploring the psychology
of terror.
This second major film version of the H.G. Wells story
focuses entirely on the survival story of a dockworker
played by
Tom Cruise
as he tries to reunite his estranged children (
Dakota
Fanning, Justin Chatwin) with his divorced wife's
family, crossing a landscape that has been claimed by
gigantic stomping, killing machines that have been buried
in the Earth for a millenia waiting for their masters
from space to descend and conquer. Along the way Cruise
has to dodge being captured by the aliens, contend with
panicked, crazed survivors and conduct a bit of family
therapy besides.
War of the Worlds takes the framework of the
Wells story, keeps what was good about the
George
Pal 1953 version, and adds a lot of what Spielberg
is good for: getting a lot of screams and emotion from
his youngest actors, making the experience seem real
even as the digital effects rain down mayhem from above.
It's been quite a while since I went
wow in
Jurrasic Park seeing the interplay between
a CG dinosaur and kitchen appliances. Now, all of that
is all hat but Spielberg goes one further with set pieces
involving whole buildings falling apart and ferries
being overturned.
Although the focus is all on one dockworker and his
estranged children fleeing through the aftermath of
the invasion, the scale is awesome, probably because
we are always looking at it from the point of view of
the people fleeing. When the tripods begin vapourizing
people left and right, the camera is always on character,
dodging as only random chance (and presumably their
star billing) prevents them from being blasted to dust.
Meanwhile an immense machine the size of Godzilla stalks
them from above. I've never quite seen it done that
well.
Through the eyes of dockworker's family we get a look
at the different reactions to terror. First, shock,
then panic, then disbelief followed by grief, anger,
defiance. No, none of these people are going to hop
into a jet fighter to fight the good fight or square
off mano-o-mano against an alien invader. Indeed the
hero's big confrontation in the movie is between he
and a crazed survivalist intent on martyring his family
(
Tim Robbins).
Cruise, Chatwin and especially Dakota Fanning are good.
You may squirm during the overt family rebuilding scenes,
but it isn't overwhelming or overly smarmy. More importantly,
it touches upon the reason why this film may resound
to audiences who now witness more and more the signs
of human-caused terror. It's a bit strange seeing scenes
of actors running from destruction and death only two
days after London was bombed by the monsters who are
among us already.