We all hear “War of the Worlds” and go “oooh.” But I suspect we’re remembering the incredible story of the broadcast of “War of the Worlds” by Orson Welles. I read the novel as a teenager. Snooze. I listened to the entire Welles broadcast. The first half hour is great, with the simulation of a breaking news story interrupting regular programming (the thing that freaked people out, obviously.) But after that, it’s a snooze, too. The story is very basic, as alien invasion stories go, and has long since been dwarfed by other, cooler invasions, like TV’s “V.” So I am prepared for this movie to stink, or to be nothing like the original “W of the W.”