Saw War of the Worlds last week, at the ever-popular but totally lame Seymour Cinemas. I really don’t understand why all my friends like to go there, it’s not much closer than any other theaters nor any cheaper, but it’s definitely crappier… Anyway, War of the Worlds was alright. It’s good, solid Spielberg filmmaking, but the script isn’t where it’s at it. It’s hard to criticize Spielberg, all his movies have a solid feeling: well-directed, every shot carefully chosen. This was no different in that respect, but the main characters pretty much accomplished nothing, they were just bystanders. Even their very survival was simply a concatenation of extremely lucky and far-fetched circumstances, with one of the characters inexplicably reappearing at the end even after having disappeared towards certain death.