Well, here is yet another childhood favorite of mine that, along with several other films, is more than likely responsible for contributing to my psychotic state of mind today. "War of the Worlds" seemed to be on television nearly every Saturday afternoon, and it was one flick I always watched straight through, no matter how many times I saw it. Re-watching it after all these years, I was glad to see that it still packs a wallop and holds up excellently, even by today's standards. The storyline goes as follows. Planet Earth is invaded by a war-mongering race of Martians whom are eager to take over our little planet. Armed with unstoppable war machines, they pretty much decimate everything in their path and soon all hope for mankind seems to be lost. Hell, even the atom bomb can't stop these bastards! With the cities of the world falling left and right, it's up to a hunky American scientist to try and figure out just what the hell can be done to stop the alien invaders. Good luck buddy! The effects in this one are terrific, and I bet it really blew some minds back in 1953. The scenes of the alien warships gliding along and zapping everything in sight with their heat rays and lasers is just great stuff to watch. Even the brief glimpses we get of the aliens themselves are pretty nifty. These Martians are ugly little boogers let me tell you. I remember watching this one years ago and thinking that a Martian invasion was pretty much a sure thing, for the following reason. I asked my mom if something like this could really happen, and her bright response was, "you never know". I think I suffered from a Martian induced phobia for the rest of the year! "War of the Worlds" is just great fun all the way around, and recommended viewing for all genre fans.