
I have no idea of Burton's politics or his intent beyond affectionate homage to 1950s invasion films, but the film spends its entire running time mocking the pacifists and idealists who think that the aliens are merely misunderstood. Pretty much everyone runs around in confusion as the martians commit one act of mass violence after another, refusing to out and out engage the enemy invaders until it's too late. Granted, no one in the film, including Rod Steiger's hawkish general, comes off looking terribly good, but the satirical portraits of Pierce Brosnan's 'let's try to reason with them' scientist, Anette Benning's 'we come in peace' clueless hippie, Martin Short's Dick Morris-ish press secretary (pre-GOP defection), and Paul Winfield's sycophant variation on Colin Powell (to say nothing of its treatment of the press) would make the film a favorite over at Big Hollywood if taken at face value. Either way, the movie is still pretty damn funny.
Scott Mendelson