It's only a film

Just been to see "War of the Worlds" with my cinema club consisting of Mr Scribbles, Brother P, and Pops. We gang together and go and see all the gung-ho stuff.

I'm not good with disaster movies these days. I used to especially like all the 'terror comes to small town,' films, but not anymore. I found this movie particularly uncomfortable because Spielberg was obviously keen to allude to the known images and existent fears of a modern audience. And he didn't need to guess how people would react when the normal twists into grotesque, because we know how, we've witnessed it.

Anyway, I've got a rampant imagination and fall into films quite easily as long as they are well handled. I found myself clinging to the obvious Spielberg moments which I found a comfort, but the rest of it was nightmare layered upon nightmare. It still feels slightly wrong to me to watch a film about death and destruction when there is enough of that going on for real. I would have been glad to come out of the cinema, but for the fact that we exited outside the road that was evacuated the other Saturday night. Found myself just wanting to crawl into my house.

Back in my own small town I feel slightly sick and edgy, but I think that's because I ate my tea too quickly before I came out. Might have a glass of chilled Chardonnay to see me to bed