Some Thoughts on Steven Spielberg’s 2005 War of the Worlds

H. G. Wells’ War of the Worlds has always been a favorite of mine, since reading the excellent Classics Illustrated version, then Wells’ novel, and finally seeing the wonderful 1953 George Pale/Byron Haskins film version on television. I first encountered Wells in grade school, in an anthology of short stories, where I first read his “The Truth About Pyecraft”. That’s where I also first encountered Ray Bradbury and his “There Will Come Soft Rains,” and Poe’s The Raven, my favorite poem. Among a number of other authors in that collection were stories by Jack London, Saki, and Robert Louis Stevenson. Later I read Wells’ The Time Machine, When the Sleeper Wakes, The Island of Dr. Moreau, In the Days of the Comet, and The Shape of Things to Come, to name a few.
The 1953 film version of War of the Worlds is a classic, for sure, and to me it’s the perfect example of what makes for a great science fiction film. Magical special effects that still hold up today, with solid performances by the cast, and lush cinematography that really pops on Blu-Ray. Enough has been written about that film, so today I want to share some thoughts on Steven Spielberg’s 2005 version, without comparing the two films in any way. I don’t consider it a true remake, because both films are based on Wells’ novel. They’re just two different visions.








