No one would have thought that even during this century that life forms on other planets drew plans regarding the inhabitants of earth now. Dad, asks if pregnant ex-wife still has teen son working on his manners. And seismic activity the scale of an earthquake, does seem to somewhat coincide upon the also earth eventual fact of divided families, separated by private sometimes wrath, other events of the self-ego dissipated by the mysterious appearance of a darkened cloud whose random attacks of lightening force a father and daughter back inside our unconsidered space age typical modern abode.
The teen son of said modern re-blended family dad suffers an uncommon relief once lightening strikes all neighborhood autos deaf, dumb and stilled. The boy’s only moments since his run away attempt with the family auto does an immediate fold upon fold film scenario play on the mind kind of rap. As an eye-candy scene of supernatural earthquake rips down city streets, each home crumbles and the past just only a few moments since gathered crowds of peaceful assembly look up in the sky only to run from a warlike machine capable of the name of iron man, soon begins to evaporate by dust hoards as human-beings running for their own very lives.
Dad (Tom Cruise), makes it back to his home just as a group of gang members shout out about how mad God must be with the neighborhood. And war inside of and against America, for the first time for one of the most newly formed countries of the earth begins. Thirty minutes after the shock of it, and no warning amidst sudden peace, dad drives them all to the home where they live, and as he prepares some psychotic peanut-butter and jelly sandwiches, the world once known as the stable and normal present home of safety for our War of The Worlds film-family, a whole neighborhood shattered by one of our (by impact) National Guard airplanes who they shot down. One female guard shows dad right outside the door of another blown-up home how the enemy forces planted capsules under all of the road sewers of the worldwide city streets. And as the family begins to flee again, earlier said teenage boy acts out unreasonably, because as what seems a near hundreds of our tanks which pour by, the semblence of the small family who continues to journey on, upon a mat of clear survival – It seems that at the same time that overnight, the general population of earth become as animals with no more intelligence than the day of recorded earth begun. The small family hides in a greasy-spoon hometown diner and watch living beings break out in mayhem against each other as thousands fight for just one auto of escape.
A Frank Sinatra style voice sings of the joy of every day, and as human masses seek the shelter, and safety of trains who move away from disaster, ships who hide from metal blasting machines of destruction from the storm of brand new war, whose clean machines erupt fast. “There’s room on the boat for everyone,” the people for the goatee captain scream. Only seconds later, that ship tumbles sideways pouring out many waters not of the love which quenches, but of human people down to a final destruction instead. The family manages to find themselves wet, drenched and onshore, & now brother Robbie, sister and father among the survived masses whose bellies bow up behind our tanks, the now only mass of safety for all still alive. “Please, let me go. You’ve got to let me go! ” The cry of the son to leave the father during the midst of the mighty battle, it takes everything the father has, as the boots of the boy, the father allows to slip out of his grasp, he let’s go. A tear gripping film, full of intense emotion which shows the human reaction to a sudden and gripping war on a country and a life. Will the families survive intact, or meet utter destruction as the war that rages both from without and within go on? Did U2 sing something we need to know. Do we war against, carry or fight against each other?