This movie doesn’t really work, but I must give Spielberg some credit. For one, I spent no time looking at Tom Cruise and wanting to punch him in the head. That is a minor miracle. More importantly, the scenes of chaos, destruction and mass hysteria are phenomenal. In fact, they work too well. One instantly thinks of 9/11, of Shock and Awe and of European train bombings. The problem lies in the scenes between. The horror sequences are so polished, so real (as real as anything with aliens in it, I suppose) that it is very difficult to slip back into Summer Movie Popcorn mode. And just when you get back into that groove (little Dakota Fanning makes a joke) the tone shifts again back to nightmarish horror. Steve: it’s either one or the other. Do “Independence Day” or do “Night of the Living Dead.” By the time the idiotic ending comes, it is obvious that Spielberg will always choose schmaltz. Nevertheless, certain segments of the film are truly taken directly from the darkest passages of my worst bad dreams, and for that this movie is not without merit.