Why some people like this silly film about a boy and his alien, I will never know. Spielberg has a talent of sacrificing intelligence for pure sentimentality. This film does this with gusto, and of course, there is the ubiquitous Williams score to guide us on our sensitive little journey. These types of Hollywood fables are best left to the Disney animation studios. Or better yet, ask a true film artist like surrealist Jan Svankmajer to redo E. T. so that intelligent people can watch it without gagging on the sickly-sweet Spielberg/Williams "It feels so good to cry" formula.
Review of E.T.
