John Farman

Poor H.G. must have turned in his grave. The beeb's latest hash-up of War of the World's bears little relation to his powerful book. The characters are paper thin and the plot reduced to a sub Doctor Who-ish mishmash. The only character I really felt any compassion for was the little brown dog right at the beginning whom I presumed managed to get himself crushed by falling masonry before the full horror of being associated with such fifth-rate nonsense.