We know now that in the early years of the twentieth century this world was being watched closely by intelligences greater than man's, and yet as mortal as his own.
We know now that as human beings busied themselves about their various concerns they were scrutinized and studied, perhaps almost as narrowly as a man with a microscope might scrutinize the transient creatures that swarm and multiply in a drop of water.
With infinite complacence people went to and fro over the earth about their little affairs, serene in the assurance of their dominion over this small, spinning fragment of solar driftwood which, by chance or design, man has inherited out of the dark mystery of Time and Space.
Yet across an immense ethereal gulf, minds that are to our minds as ours are to the beasts in the jungle, intellects vast, cool and unsympathetic, regarded this earth with envious eyes and slowly and surely drew their plans against us.
Watching Steven Spielberg's "War of the Worlds" yesterday it was hard not to get a feeling that Spielberg is back to his apocalyptic-best. Back to days of 'Jaws'.
The film is riddled with some pretty entertaining, dark and scary sequences. Like when the Alien Tripods rampage through New Jersey vapourizing people and and incinerating buildings in their way.
The movie revolves around a dock-worker from northern New Jersey [Tom Cruise], his children and their flight for survival.
Pretty good if you ask me.