The music is the main event. You know that one song—“The Eve of the War”—that makes you want to run through a brick wall while wearing a tuxedo? Well, they play it live with a full orchestra and a 10-foot-high fighting machine puppet.
Jeff Wayne’s Musical Version of The War of The Worlds LIVE! THE CONCERT
It’s like going to a rock concert, but your dad is there, and he’s crying because “they just don’t make sci-fi like this anymore.” I saw a grown man headbanging to the “Thunder Child” section. He had a cup of Earl Grey in one hand and was air-drumming with the other. Beautiful chaos.
That Red Weed Smell
Now, about the sensory effects. They pump in a smell for the Red Weed. Honestly, it smells like a wet dog that’s been rolling in basil and old socks. It’s gross, but it also makes you realize that aliens are terrible landscapers.
Meanwhile, the floor vibrates during the artillery scene. My neighbor’s lawn mower does that, but with less existential dread. You walk out and suddenly your own garden feels… threatening. Is that a hydra in the hydrangeas?
