It sure is--and that terror gained new currency with last week's horrific bombings in London.
Spielberg's fascination with making paranoia come true is especially revealing for a filmmaker who once stood as the reigning optimist of sci-fi cinema, with movies like "Close Encounters of the Third Kind" and "E.T.-The Extra-Terrestrial" portraying outer space as a source of potential friends and benefactors. "9/11 set the tone," he said in that same L.A. Times interview, "and made it worth my time and the audience's time to see this. story treated in this way."
What bothers me more than the movie's paranoia is the xenophobia it revels in. This is common in science fiction, where all kind of slimy-clawed monsters have stood in for all kinds of enemies du jour, from communists to immigrants to you name it. In "War of the Worlds," fear and loathing of the Other is explicitly based on dread of an older, smarter culture that's eager to wipe out "real humans" as ruthlessly and callously as possible. Given the movie's 9/11 links, it's hard not to see Islamic militancy as the metaphoric foe.
Moviegoers are debating Spielberg's decision to start the horrors in a New York City suburb. Some find this a legitimate mood-setting device, while others see it as tactless exploitation. I think it's some of both, but Spielberg seems far more interested in roiling up scary shocks than exploring the structures of contemporary fear.
As someone who lived a minute's walk from the Twin Towers when they were annihilated, I don't think drawing on 9/11 is unscrupulous in itself. Little has changed in American culture since then, despite the vaguely defined "war on terror" it provoked, and there's a chance that mass-media treatments, including camouflaged ones like this, will renew the urge to ponder the cataclysm's causes and implications. The worrisome aspect of Spielberg's approach is the dread of outsiders it also stirs up, on visceral levels that Hollywood is all too skilled at reaching.
The tragedies of 9/11 are evoked most vividly at the beginning of the film, when Tom Cruise's character heads for home in a New Jersey suburb like the kind in which many Sept.11 victims lived. The aliens attack from the sky, barely visible as they access the killing machines they buried on Earth eons ago--shades of sleeper cells. Shots of panicky crowds running for their lives continue the theme of random devastation. Later, part of the invasion is replayed on a journalist's video hookup, much as happened on television four years ago.
In its publicity, Paramount Pictures quotes a descendant of H.G. Wells, who wrote "The War of the Worlds" in 1898, saying the plot's premise seems especially relevant "each time there is a fear of an invasion" that shakes our sense of security. Historically, he's right. Britain was on edge about Germany when the novel was published. Orson Welles's radio adaptation--so realistic that many listeners fled their homes--aired in 1938, as world-war fears were escalating. Hollywood's first version debuted in 1953, amid uncertainties of the postwar period. And now we have Spielberg's take.