It nearly defies belief that the highest grossing film of the 1980's could feel this intimate, this personal. While it's now a cliche to compare a movie to a roller coaster ride, the screenplay oscillates between a sense of hope and sadness in a way that mirrors the journey of our own lives. Clearly an autobiographical endeavor for Spielberg, at its core "E.T." is one of the greatest films ever made about loneliness.
Spielberg takes a very simple idea about a lonely human boy encountering a lonely extraterrestrial and creates a beautiful and tender poem about the love & innocence shared by both creatures. Yet, unfortunately, critical attention has been focused primarily on the phenomenon of E.T. rather than on the cinematic merits of the movie itself. To Spielberg, cinema is reverie, cinema is a dream.
I finally watched this and found out that a girl back in year 7 (ages ago), a real sycophant, stole a scene from this film for a school essay. The teacher (an idiot) loved the essay. I wondered: this so good. Where did she get that idea from? WELL, I finally know ha. Or in short: It's a great family film.
Well, I do like the scene when the house is covered (contained) with plastic, or whatever that is. All the other stuff, when I was a kid, the finger, the fact that the alien looked like a sick old man all the time, made out of rubber made me not like the film. But I did like the other alien movie that Spielberg did, way cooler: Close Encounters of the Third Kind.