Roland Emmerich officially runs out of ideas

Yeah, that's it, you can call it War of The Worlds. Someone give that man 100million!

What they need is some sort of war between Universes, and the only way to stop evil Universe B is to blow it up.

All the alien races can unite, and hold hands, and sing songs under space rainbows.

I'd like to have been in his head when he realised that he'd killed off a genre he's reliant on.

"OK So I' m going to blow shit up. What can I blow up that's bigger than the earth? I know, I know, I'll blow up the Sun, I'll say the Sun is dying and... eh... what do you mean it's been done?"