Namyeknom
TNPer
Finally got round to watching 'War of the Worlds' (the Speilberg version).
While I don't like film versions of books being mess about, and moved around, and generally mucked up, I can understand the need of Hollywood to change various thinks to aid in the translation. What I can't understand is why anyone would take one of the most breathtakingly elegant stories, and turn it into a giant pile of steaming... well, you know. I seem to remember hearing somewhere that there was a deliberate effort to make the central characters as normal as possible, which while fine on the storyboard, translates into a film in which the main characters (Tom Cruise's especially, and his kids to a certain degree) are unlikeable enough for you not to care at the beginning of the film, and actively supporting the Martians near the end (also, I don't think the M word is ever used, which seemed a bit odd...).
Its one of the few films I've ever seen that within about 20 minutes, I was seriously contemplating turning it off and doing something more interesting, like ironing. I can only assume the strange sweaking noise I heard all the way through was the sound of H. G. Wells spinning a a furious pace...
While I don't like film versions of books being mess about, and moved around, and generally mucked up, I can understand the need of Hollywood to change various thinks to aid in the translation. What I can't understand is why anyone would take one of the most breathtakingly elegant stories, and turn it into a giant pile of steaming... well, you know. I seem to remember hearing somewhere that there was a deliberate effort to make the central characters as normal as possible, which while fine on the storyboard, translates into a film in which the main characters (Tom Cruise's especially, and his kids to a certain degree) are unlikeable enough for you not to care at the beginning of the film, and actively supporting the Martians near the end (also, I don't think the M word is ever used, which seemed a bit odd...).
Its one of the few films I've ever seen that within about 20 minutes, I was seriously contemplating turning it off and doing something more interesting, like ironing. I can only assume the strange sweaking noise I heard all the way through was the sound of H. G. Wells spinning a a furious pace...