The War of the Worlds (1953; Byron Haskin; produced by George Pal) is
orgasm after orgasm of pure unadulterated destruction, brought to life in
glorious Technicolor by the finest technicians 1950s Hollywood could provide—a
subtextual destructo-porn flick that ends as soon as its studs can’t get it up
anymore.
When Philip K. Dick said, "The Martians are always coming,” he wasn’t exactly
right.