To distract ourselves from the events earlier, and also because we had promised Amy we would the weekend before and hadn't, we went to the movies Saturday afternoon. I really wanted to go to the penguin movie but War of the Worlds was the one we had promised Amy the week before. And she wanted to see either that or Must Love Dogs. Brandy and I were less in the mood for that. So War of the Worlds it was.
As for the movie itself... well, lots of things got blown up, lots of people got killed. Pretty much what you would expect. The main characters were for the most part pretty stupid though. Strange things from space are systematically destroying all the major cities in the world. So when you miraculously escape the New York area, where do you try to get to? That's right, Boston! Cause of course that will be fine! And in the meantime, try to stick close to the large congregations of refugees fleeing on highways and major roads. Head for the middle of the woods as far away from civilization as possible and try to camp out? No, never even consider that... And then the ending... not the part that everybody knows from the book, but the part they made up for this version... What they found when they got to the end of their journey should not be what they found. And we'll leave it at that.
Worth watching? Eh, sure. Once. But I probably could have waited to see it on DVD. It didn't need the whole extra theater thing. At least we went to the matenee... matanee... matanay... manatee... oh, whatever. The cheap afternoon showing.
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