POLTERGEIST encompasses everything I hate and love about Spielberg. The guy has talents, he sure does. He started this ebullient Keaton-esque deconstruction of suburbia to carve out a niche for himself in the museum of cinema (at least that's how I'll remember him). Even the darker films aren't exactly "dark", they somehow end up trivializing themselves with plastic optimism and pseudo-faith (cont.)
Lots to comment here about femininity and its historied association with the paranormal and/or spiritual, but I digress; you can write this off as cornball, but at its core this film is about how the past never stays the past, and what we forget and regard as detritus is never truly gone; it is always lurking in the peripheries of history, ready to erupt. Okay, ‘the Beast' character was shitty, but whatever.