War of the Worlds reaffirms my distaste for Steven Spielberg
If I am going to see a film in a theater, I usually go for something well-written, interesting, and thought provoking. For example, I just saw Born into Brothels, which was, although intellectually masturbatory, a pretty good film. I did a bit of research into the film, found out what it was about, who the director was, and so on. As a result, I found a film that I actually did enjoy seeing, although I was literally the only person in the theater, save for the projectionist. When I go to movies on a whim is when I begin to find trouble.
Last night was one of those, "I want to see a movie because I'm here, so what's playing right now" kind of nights. Since there wasn't anything else remotely interesting playing at that time, I bought my ticket to see Steven Spielberg's latest gaffe. First, let me explain my newfound irritation with Tom Cruise, the Scientologist extraordinaire and bona fide insane person. When you watch this movie, you can actually see the crazy in his eyes. Though he may be a talented actor, since that interview with Matt Lauer on the Today Show, I just can't get over what a complete whackjob is Tom Cruise. Looking back in his career, I should have seen the signs earlier, with his true-to-life performances in Eyes Wide Shut, Magnolia, and Top Gun.
But insanity aside, Cruise was acceptable as Ray Ferrier, the maverick gantry crane operator from New York. Not surprisingly, he fits well into the role of a loner slob absent parent, and his type-cast performance may hold to be the best part of the movie. Again, we have to forgive the crazy in favor of a good casting choice here.
And then it all went downhill
The film started out fairly well with the neat-o special effects and whatnot, but I feel as if the screenplay was missing something. It was missing a lot of something to be exact, and that something was actual content. It seemed like there was a lot of valuable information about character development, back story, side plots, etc. that was simply left out in favor of massive special effects and the banal but "tried and true" John Williams soundtrack. Like the strange relationship between Danny Elfman and Tim Burton, or David Lynch and Angelo Badalamenti, Steven Spielberg and John Williams have a great working friendship. Unlike Lynch and Badalamenti, and Elfman and Burton, though, Spielberg and Williams seem to produce work that is not surprisingly bland and recycled. Every time I watch a Spielberg movie with a Williams soundtrack, I feel like my time would be better spent shooting up with heroin because at least that would promise some new experiences.
The soundtrack wasn't all that was wrong with this film. As I mentioned, the movie lacked substance. There was only a minor hint of character development as Ray's son Robby became a sort of a 'hero' figure, but that good point is overshadowed by the fact that there was very little to establish him as a character to begin with. We only see him briefly, and his character is written with very little care and with much attention payed to stereotypes, including but not limited to "rebellious teen," "disenchanted with family," "Boston vs. New York," and "slacker." With the exception of Ray Ferrrier's [Cruise] weak transformation into a somewhat respectable father, this film is completely devoid of any substantive character development. As a result, I found myself hoping that Ray would get vaporized by the aliens as he ran from the tripods. It would have saved a lot of trouble and a lot of embarassment on the writer and director's parts.
Finally, realizing that the expensive sets, props, and CGI from Industrial Light and Magic are all just a bunch of crap that Spielberg and Lucas use to avoid making movies with actual content, I have one more criticism of the film, and even of the original story. Why was nothing explained? At the end of the film, the aliens just start dying for seemingly no reason. The narration suggests that microorganisms played a major role in destroying the great alien machines, but there is literally only ten seconds of exposition on that subject. With its final words, the film comes to a crashing halt with no purpose other than a trite religious sentiment.
Camera, from what looks like somewhere in Charlestown, shows downtown Boston in ruins, and the narrator speaks:
"From the moment the invaders arrived, breathed our air, ate, and drank, they were doomed. They were undone, destroyed, after all of man's weapons and devices had failed, by the tiniest creatures that God, in His wisdom, put upon this earth. By the toll of a billion deaths, man has earned his immunity, his right to survive among this planet's infinite organisms, and that right is ours against all challenges. For neither do men live nor die in vain. "
At least the explanation was a little more plausible than the one offered by the movie Signs. Still, to pull out religion in a film that had previously not mentioned it at all is a cheap shot, and it is evidence of the fact that Steven Spielberg will continue to be a whore to the consumer. I'm sure a lot of religious people went to see this film and were really touched by the sentiment expressed at the end of the movie. I wasn't. If it was going to be a religious movie, then I would have accepted it as it was. But to pull out the god card from nowhere at the end of the movie just because it sounds good is a pretty lame excuse for an ending. There is no closure! There is no substance! There is no point!
Finally, I think the book, and especially the film lack a good sense of irony. The fact that the aliens were destroyed by something so small, yet so powerful is ironic, but the film presented that aspect of the story so blandly and with such haste that any real sense of quality is lost in the sensationalist backdrop. If I were to end the story, we might see the last surviving humans on the planet fighting the last surviving alien machine. As the machine begins to break down and explode, the humans cheer their final victory. As they cheer, the last dead machine falls on them and kills them all, effectively finalizing the extermination of both races. Now that would be irony, and that, I might enjoy. Unfortunately as long as Spielberg keeps making gobs of cash with the same movie over and over again, we'll never see that kind of quality work from him. There are plenty of other talented directors out there anyway.
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