The novel moves through a clean and unusually local geography. The first cylinder lands on Horsell Common outside Woking on a summer evening; a crowd gathers; the heat-ray sweeps across them. The tripods rise — three-legged hundred-foot fighting-machines, each carrying a hooded Martian in a turret-pod, articulated mechanical tentacles drooping from the underside. The narrator escapes by night through a Weybridge already in flames. London empties in a great panic across the Thames bridges. The narrator hides for fifteen days in a half-buried Sheen house with a curate who slowly goes mad. The red weed, an alien plant from Mars, spreads across the river-banks and chokes the Thames. The Black Smoke artillery-shell drifts through the suburbs killing everything that breathes. At Primrose Hill, the narrator finds the last Martian tripod fallen with carrion-birds at the controls, the invaders dead of common cold germs.
For video, anchor each scene to one of these set-pieces. The visual library is unusually concrete: the cylinder slowly unscrewing on Horsell Common at dusk; the first tripod rising on its three jointed legs at sunrise above the gorse; the heat-ray sweeping across a crowd of Surrey villagers; a tripod walking through the burning streets of Weybridge with chimneys collapsing around it; the empty Thames bridges at noon; the red weed thick along the riverbank; the dead Martian at Primrose Hill with crows on the metal hood.
Three styles consistently land. Cinematic photoreal in the spirit of high-budget Victorian sci-fi delivers the prestige Wells look. Painterly oil with chiaroscuro echoes the Henrique Alvim Corrêa illustrations from the 1906 Belgian edition that locked in the visual canon. Black-and-white grainy newsreel in the spirit of the Orson Welles 1938 broadcast can carry the docu-fiction tone. Name the style directly in the prompt and avoid actor-likeness language for any film adaptation.