Review of War of the Worlds 2: The Next Wave

I could give a better critique of a piece of corn filled "Mr. Hankey" than I can this abomination. This cinematic abortion held me fascinated because I couldn't believe that there wasn't a single coherent moment for me to grasp onto during the time I lost from my life enduring it. That someone actually spent money (badly) on a movie that no one could take any pride in is amazing. Give any aspiring YouTube generation Science Fiction geek 1/100th of those funds and you could get something that was at least palatable and possibly inspired. No, they had to fill some greedy pockets with the cash they should have spent on, oh say PLOT, or character development or even a pity payment to the estate of poor H. G. Wells. Who has to be suffering the curses of the damned watching his legacy being tortured to an untimely death in the name of, well I can't think of what they were trying to do with this piece of vomit. The abuse of scientific language made my head spin and yet like a multi-car pileup with vivid carnage and destruction I couldn't turn away hoping that I wasn't suffering some stress induced stroke and hallucinating my ass off in preparation for my impending death.