It’s a loooong time since I read HG Wells’ book War of the Worlds. Earth invaded from space by big tripod things about covers my recall. As a sci-fi aficionado though I went along to see Steven Spielberg’s movie yesterday at the lovely Lighthouse Theatre in Petone.
Plot summary of this disaster-horror movie:
- regular guy
Sound effects: 5/5 for the cool fog-horn noises and the stuff that caused even the floor of the theatre to rumble and vibrate.
Character development: Ummm, Robby, the 15 year-old boy, did a heroic and compassionate act while they were on the boat?
Curiosities: the strange wave-pulse thing that killed all the electronic devices didn’t kill the unknown guy’s videocam; the army knew how to get all their vehicles and equipment running again; the general public did not. All the vehicles which came to a standstill on the roads had conveniently pulled to the sides.
- What was the significance of the bit of rock Ray put in his pocket at the start of the film?
- Why could the aliens vaporise people while leaving their clothes unharmed but not filter the bugs out of the food, air and water?
Lesson learned: If all the crowd is running in one direction then go somewhere else; there is no safety in numbers.