There's more humanity and grace in every freakin' frame of Spielberg's film than there is in all two-and-a-half hours of Emmerich's clunking monstrosity. No scene in cinema is as stomach-curdling to me as the one where we have a mass of humanity being destroyed but hey, thank God the fucking dog survived!
I'm not getting into this again over the ending and yada-yada-yada because I'm exhausted from the umpteen times it has been done before, but honestly, "succeeding on what it wants to do" isn't a defense when what the film wants to do is exterminate humanity as loud and mind-numbingly as possible. I expect something more than "good natured stupidity" from a film that puts so much at stake.