First off, the movie begins with a narrator setting the stage. Talking about germs and the earth and modern man---you know, all the shit we already knew about. Listening to Morgan Freeman drone on as if he were James Earl Jones (which he IS NOT. I could listen to Jones' voice read the phonebook outloud and i'd be entertained; Freeman is like the diet coke of kickass voices, just one unfulfilling calorie of boring) for 5 minutes only foreshadows the weighty, plodding movie that was about to unfold before our very tired eyes.
Yes, Sniper is correct. Action according to Speilberg, consists of running. Lots of running. Accompanied by a musical score that has permeated all movies made in the last 10 years. You know what I'm talking about: the "dun dun dun dun, DUN DUN DUN DUN, DDDUUUN DDDUUUN DDDUUUN" of stringed and percussive instruments all at once, rising in tempo and intensity with each passing dramatic moment. Please, please, please for the love of god. Have some fucking originality directors and composers. Figure out a way of conveying tension and fear and all those other emotions without the "dun dun dun dun dun, DUN DUN DUN DUN, DDDDUUUN DUUUNNN DDDUUUUN" bullshit. National Treasure is the worst offender in recent memory, but WOTW falls prey to it as well.
But back to the running. About 99 percent of the movie is spent watching Tom Cruise and his stupid family running from a towering alien robot shooting death rays out of articulating tentacles. I liked the tentacles. I also liked the alien robots and the death rays. I did not like Tom cruise and his annoyingly neurotic family (i realize tom cruise is the actor, and not the character, but i don't care enough to learn the character's name. I also don't care enough to capitalize my "i's" either, so bite me!).
Is that little brat Dakota Fanning capable of playing anything other than a scared, neurotic psycho-bitch with huge freaking eyes? Or are all little girls neurotic psychos with big eyes? hmmm....that's something to ponder. Tom cruise's son, I know neither the character or actor name, so lets call him "scooter," is also equally as annoying as Fanning. Scooter runs, and runs some more, he looks at things as they explode, and he attempts to run to his death on a battle field where the army was ineffectually battling the alien's super gundam death robots. I was so freaking HAPPY when scooter ran into a napalm burning death beam; the whole movie had redeemed itself for me. The annoying shit was dead! Then Speilberg ruined it at the end of the movie by having him magically appear to reunite with his family for no plausible reason. That jacket he was wearing must have been made of asbestos.
Redemption denied, BITCH!
Tim Robbins was good. Appropriately paranoid and insane. The whole movie should have been based on his character kicking alien ass with a pump-shotty and hatchet. But somehow Tom Cruise turns into the Hulk when behind a shut door, and kills Robbins with his bare hands in a matter of seconds. Let me tell you from personal experience people, its hard to kill someone with your bare hands. You have to really WANT it. And it doesn't take a minute and some grunting noises as Speilberg would have you believe. Oh well, I guess that's what they call "suspension of disbelief."
Oh, and the aliens looked like shit. They were not frightening in the slightest. Here, take a look:
BOO! MOTHERFUCKER! BOO! I'm an alien, are you not terrified?---HK_Newbie
