Yet another blockbuster, War of the Worlds took me a bit by surprise, as I was expecting a formulaic Spielberg/Cruise/John Williams movie, and I’m not a big fan of H.G Wells either. Yet Spielberg has had a bit of a brainwave for the first time in many years, and has made what might be the first intimate blockbuster. There are several massive set-pieces, but these are kept deliberately obscure and in the background, while Cruise attempts to sort out his family problems involving daughter Dakota Fanning and an anonymous teenager. Of course Cruise is neither average enough nor old...




