Beck and I went to see War of the Worlds tonight. I’d been harping to see it since it opened. It’s one of my favorite stories, and I’ve enjoyed the old radio program as well the film from the 50s. This, however, was quite a bit different.
I’m not a fan of horror films, and don’t like the “in your face” gore and suspense too much. This film had far too much of it for my taste — surprising for a Spielberg joint. Beck and I both left after about 45 minutes of the film, neither of us particularly caring for it.
Now, I’m sure it got cool, and I know how it should have ended — bad guys killed by germs. However, the scenes of individual people being singled out and torched bothered me. The scenes of the folks running toward the river like rats escaping bothered me. The scenes of bodies floating down the river bothered me.
I guess this film bothered me, eh? 🙂
So, not my cup of tea, and I guess I’m ok with that. I can watch the world be destroyed a la Hitchhikers Guide, Independence Day or The Day After Tomorrow, but one at a time annihilation is too much for me.
So sue me.