Mr. Pal's Wild Ride
Topic: The Box Office
Last night I watched for the third or fourth time George Pal's The War of the Worlds (1953), one of those movies that shouldn't work, but does. Transplanting H.G. Wells' Martian invasion from the English Home Counties, circa 1898, to Southern California, early 1950s, seems ill-advised enough. But larding the story with religious sensibility must have set poor H.G. spinning in his grave. The movie's air of can-do American gumption and prayerful Christianity is about as far from the mental universe of the original novel as can well be imagined. One scene even includes a square dance! But no matter: The War of the Worlds is good, clean sci-fi fun, happily unencumbered by Earnest Messages or Weighty Philosophical Considerations.
My favorite War of the Worlds moment comes just before the fighting erupts. Observing the Martians' landing zone from a sandbagged bunker, General Mann (Les Tremayne) intones, "They'll probably move at dawn." Never has a film cliché been delivered with such perfect pitch! And sure enough, the war begins right on schedule with the incineration by heat ray of the saintly Pastor Collins (Lewis Martin). The troops surrounding the landing zone are routed with great slaughter, and the next thing you know, civilization itself is on the point of collapse. Not even the atom bomb, delivered by the US Air Force's Flying Wing, can arrest the progress of the invasion. In the end, of course, the Martians are defeated, in a clear manifestation of God's favor, by humble terrestrial bacteria against which the Martians have no defense.
The special effects are nothing special by modern standards, but their very crudity lends the movie a certain period charm. As for the acting, Gene Barry, Ann Robinson and the rest of the cast do all right in their admittedly undemanding roles. Don't expect much in the way of character development—like the SF pulps from which it draws inspiration, The War of the Worlds isn't too interested in the inner lives of its characters. It's simplistic, sensational, shallow, wide-eyed, unintentionally funny in spots—and isn't that what we sometimes want in a movie? I'll take this one over the elephantine Spielberg/Cruise version any day.
Posted by tmg110
at 6:34 AM CST
Updated: Thursday, 17 December 2009 7:04 AM CST