Most critics rate the invasion itself highly and the film around it less so. The reviews cluster on Spielberg’s staging of the attack from ground level: the machines erupting out of the road, the crowd panic, the farmhouse basement, all praised for their immediacy and for effects that look naturalistic rather than showy. Several find the first half tense and frightening, and a few read it as a film about post-9/11 dread.
The reservations cluster almost entirely on the ending, which even admirers call sentimental, tidy or silly. The spread is wide, from Variety’s near-rave to The Independent, which finds the whole thing undermined by its last minutes. The New Yorker objects on different grounds, faulting the narrow focus on Cruise’s character and a lack of curiosity about the aliens, and The Guardian hears too many echoes of Spielberg’s earlier hits.
