As has been posted, he was required to take us past a movie that had already ripped off this novel (and dragged in Roswell). He threw out all that rah-rah stuff about rallying together around one leader (fantasy in today's world), and opted to make it a bonafide war movie, with a palate (gray, black, ochre) that matched PRIVATE RYAN. I wasn't prepared for how truly grim it would be, the film's tone literally set early on in the working class neighborhood.
The art direction was startlingly bleak for a big budget summer film. Cruise's home was (appropriately) so dark you could barely see the gray light creeping in. All intentional. No camp dialogue, no loud color, no sunshine. Even Fanning's bright kids clothes were washed out. We knew dire doings were on their way. But who could imagine how dire. .
Spielberg seemed to determined to show us another America -- one we never saw in, say ET. No pretty California suburbs. By the time we got there -- that train going by at the crossing! I gasped! -- I didn't have time to question all the 9/11 evoking posters until after the film. As we watch, we wince and ache, since they set off visceral memories. It's questionable that it's unlikely people fleeing a death ray would take out poster board and prepare such poignant pleas. But who knows? I think the film had a more elaborate time scheme than we perceived -- things that passed quickly, may have taken 48 hours. If we assume people simply didn't come home after the first night ofthe tripod attacks, and then there was relative calm, the posters might've made sense. I buy the trade-off. And the ferry beat that follows the posters reveal is one of the most bravura set pieces in all of Spielberg's work.
Although I agree that showing these aliens was a mistake, if not a serious one, the movie's power over me was rather absolute -- so that I did something I never do at sci-fi anymore: suspend disbelief. As I watched, I accepted all. And as always, Spielberg is a master of (among many other things) portraying dramatic events through the eyes of a child. Fanning, who annoys the hell out of me in interviews, was rather stunningly used here, no? Her claustrophobia issues, her frightened eyes, her gradual acceptance of Cruise, her innate savvy as a hip kid in 2005 mised with a universal innocence -- all touches that are classic Spielberg point of view. I found myself willing to overlook all holes -- including an unecessarily happy resolution for one character -- so caught up was I in the film's dark power. If you think about it -- what artist of Spielberg's vision and caliber would make an apocolyptic movie without employing 9/11's range of images and the emotions engendered?
"I'm a comedian, but in my spare time, things bother me." Garry Shandling
Updated On: 7/3/05 at 11:34 AM