I believe in Moneyball he actually was in real life.
The War of the Worlds was a good shout. Tom Cruise did an admirable job sprinting from one existential crisis to the next, occasionally remembering he had children. Mind you……
Then along came the BBC, who looked at HG Wells’ masterpiece of cosmic horror and thought, ‘needs more feelings.
It was one I was really looking forward to as well until that.
So instead of panic, plague and mass incineration, we got wistful stares across muddy fields and a subplot about love in a time of tentacles, except, bafflingly, the tentacles weren’t even involved. The Martians were basically background extras in their own apocalypse.
And naturally, the BBC managed to make it a fully multicultural romance, set in the 1800s town of Woking, a place about as diverse back then as the men’s over 70’s line up at Wisbech Eagle’s Bowls Club.
Jeff Wayne gave us Richard Burton booming biblical doom over symphonic rock. the BBC gave us emotional growth and progressive values during an alien genocide.
I’d smelt horseshit that smelt less of horseshit.