Well, the first hour is huge. As a whole, though, this is not the historic film that Twentieth Century Fox's hypesters say it is. Then the clouds dissipate and . A third ship casts its shadow over greater L.A., where dauntless fighter pilot Capt.
More ships hang over Moscow, Tokyo and a dozen other cities.
And somewhere in outer space, an unfathomably huge mother ship looms, waiting to send out the signal to kill, kill, kill. The explosions are cool. The ships' bottoms slide open, and then, as stupefied earthlings stare skyward, white-hot death beams shoot straight down. By July 3rd, America's urban centers have been turned black and crispy. Up go the fighters, one of them piloted by Capt.