It’s
summertime, and little Dakota Fanning is in jeopardy again. The
10-year-old star of last year’s spooky thriller Hide and
Seek and killer/thriller Man on Fire now takes on
huge hungry…Tripods! But Director Steven Spielberg and Producer/Actor
Tom Cruise, along with the intrepid Dakota, deliver a tasty retro
sci-fi adventure yarn based on the H. G. Wells classic. In an homage
to WOW’s storied past, Morgan Freeman opens and closes
the film in full Orson Wellsian basso profundo tones, reciting almost
word for word the narration of his 1938 radio version that frightened
listeners up and down the eastern seaboard. In addition, classic
sci-fi buff Spielberg convinced two stars of the 1953 War of
the Worlds version, Ann Robinson and Gene Barry, to make cameo
appearances (as the grandparents) in this version. If you grew up
on movies like The Day The Earth Stood Still, like Spielberg,
you’ll want to see War of the Worlds.
The
cast shines, and the script wisely focuses on one family, the Ferriers,
and how their relationships are forged in the crucible of sci-fi
hell. Tom Cruise ably plays Ray Ferrier, an unlikely hero, a working
class stiff and divorced Dad. He’s irresponsible, self-centered
and hanging on to his job and his life by a thread. His ex-wife
(Miranda Otto) drops off their unwilling, pouty kids, Rachel (Dakota
Fanning) and Robbie (Justin Chatwin), so she and her new husband
can visit her aristo parents in Boston. Soon after, the sky darkens
ominously, an ear-splitting lightning storm rips through the city,
and the Tripods burst out of their hiding places under the city
like chicks out of eggshells.
The
huge Tripods resemble machines on stilts, whipping endoscope-like
appendages all around them—all the better to collect their
human fodder—as they pillage the countryside. Director Spielberg
has a bit of fun in one scene as one of the endoscopes slithers
into the cellar where Cruise, Dakota and wacko survivalist Tim Robbins
cower. The thing bears an uncanny resemblance to ET, but this is
not your mother’s ET—we squirm in suspense as the trio
bobs and weaves to elude this vicious raptor. The machines look
like something we could build, if we wanted to, which only emphasizes
the central premise that these invaders are really only more advanced,
or more lunatic, humans.
This
is basically a political movie; the Tripods are executing a well-planned
attack aimed at dominion over the Earth. No science-gone-wrong zombies
or bloodthirsty chain saw-wielding maniacs here. The hapless humans
have two big questions: how to get away from them or how to kill
them. Lots of running and hiding ensues as they realize killing
them is not an option. They leave that to the military, but fighter
jets and armored tanks are blown to smithereens in the battle. Ray
alternately stumbles and rises to the occasion in order to save
his kids. In the end, he redeems himself. He doesn’t save
the world, but he does save his family.
For
those so inclined, the opportunity for allegorical allusion abounds
here, as in any sci-fi flick. It could be about foreigners living
among us who then attack, or about the folly of invading an alien
culture, or about the importance of commitment in childrearing,
or how crises brings out the best and, more often, the worst in
human nature. It could be, if you really want it to.
But
WOW is ultimately the perfect summer disaster movie: not
excessively bloody or reality-based, full of characters we care
about, and sealed with a comforting, if somewhat tragic, ending.
We can sleep soundly after WOW because we learn what finally
vanquished the dastardly Tripods from Outer Space. Here’s
a hint: if you see one, just sneeze on him.
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Patricia Ducey
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