Only the BBC could turn a novel by the father of science fiction, a novel that hasn't been out of print since its first publication over 120 years ago, into three hours of some of the dullest television I've ever watched. It just plodded along, never letting any chance of a decent story get in the way of its attempts to be politically correct, and so it ended up being a boring mishmash of a show that never really said anything about anything. And the thing is, the writers didn't need to write a decent storyline. The story had been written all those years ago by H.G. Wells. It did not need to be rehashed. I had such high hopes for this. It was the first production I'd seen that showed the story in roughly the same timeframe as the original, so I was hoping for a decent, faithful adaptation of the original novel, but no, the BBC had to go and fiddle about with it didn't they?
And those Martians were straight out of Starship Troopers!