After a fun beginning that resembles a public information film from a bygone era it settles into a formula that's best described as a slightly more sophisticated offspring of 1950s post-atomic films. Action is split between monster-time and scientist-time. The scientist, however, is at least flawed in some way, figuring himself out as he goes along.
It strays from the original John Wyndham novel (1951) often but with a certain level of charm that keeps my disgust at bay each time I watch it. There are even some genuinely effective Triffid POV shots to unsettle the weak.
3 uprooted things out of 5
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