I don’t see this mentioned very often alongside Fargo, The Usual Suspects, Goodfellas, or any of the other classic crime films of the nineties that I have yet to see (of which there are a ton by the way. Seriously, filter letterboxd by genre>crime and look how many of the top ones came out in the nineties!) Anyway, maybe because it was such a strong decade for the genre, this movie seems to have fallen through the cracks, which is a shame, because I found it to be super interesting, and I think I liked it more than all three that I mentioned at the top.
Kind of a weird combination of typical movie-family dysfunction being resolved through a traumatic experience and some surprisingly bleak depictions of mass-scale destruction.
What I'd really like to see is a War of the Worlds adaptation that takes place in the time period when the book was written; there aren't enough (any?) Victorian-era alien invasion movies.
This review may contain spoilers. I can handle the truth.
Well, this was nowhere near as bad as everyone makes it out to be. There's ninety percent (I'll get to that other ten percent in a minute) of a perfectly watchable movie here; it's a little slow, doesn't have any overly strong personality or any real standout moments, but it's fine. I got the impression from reviews and social media that this was the worst comic book movie of all time, and I'm not sure why so many people thought…