Rachel Ferrier: I’m allergic to peanut butter.
Ray Ferrier: Since when?
Rachel Ferrier: Birth.

Yes, I went to see “War of the Worlds,” in spite of Tom’s crazy antics the last couple months. And I wanna tell you one thing:

This movie rocks.

Now that I’ve got that out of the way, I need to put a caveat or two on there (Spoilers! Maybe. Hell I don’t know, but I’ll say they are spoilers so I don’t ruin potential fun) You have to kinda not mind aliens trying to wipe out humanity, since that is rather central to the plot. And Spielberg is doing what he does best, making your imagination part of the picture one second and then wowing you with something the next, seamlessly. It does end almost predictably, since it’s been about 100 years since it was written and most of us have seen it once or twice. So in other words they didn’t ruin it. (other reviewers have said this is a flaw, because it wasn’t as ‘believable’ as it could have been, or something. Listen: Aliens. Attack. Earth.) Also? I didn’t recognize Tim Robbins. I kept thinking “Damn, he looks familiar,” but I couldn’t place him till the credits rolled. And Dakota Fanning gets almost all the good lines.

I walked out of the theater (I went to the early show) and thought “I bet my wife would like to see this, and if she’s finished with work I’d skip an afternoon of wild monkey lovin’ for a chance to see it again.”

Lucky for me, she didn’t want to go be scared of aliens, and a little later I realized that yes, the movie rocks, but it ain’t no wild monkey lovin’. They need to work some more on the FX if they want to top that…