Just got back from seeing War of the Worlds with
Rough viewing (and not in a “bad film” way).
Divorced Dad? Check.
Ex-Wife now with more financially-secure guy? Check.
Kids growing more distant? Check.
Young skinny blonde daughter with big blue eyes? Check.
Sullen teen who refuses to listen? Check.
Sudden attack with lots of property damage, collapsing buildings and billowing clouds of ash in the urban Northeast? CHECK.
Kids in distress, with one shrieking “is it the terrorists?”…..gah.
Sometimes I’m reminded of how deeply the whole thing still affects me. I sat through much of that movie with my heart literally pounding.