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Starring A Charming Puppet or a Soulless CGI Ninja Turtle, Depending on Which Year you were Born
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E.T isn’t a family film. It’s not for everyone. Your fifty-eight year old Uncle, pissing, slurring his words and making crude fist motions for whiskey and tits isn’t going to be placated by the heart-warming story of an elderly space penis desperate to go home. So not fun for all then, not a film for family but rather about family, about connection and about trust. Spielberg’s soppiest jump to sci-fi nicks a lot from his own Close Encounters of the Third Kind (the lighting, the small town weirdery), but sugar carpet-bombs everything else into oblivion with cross-dressing comedy interludes, fish out of water slapstick and an overreliance on the admittedly pretty good child actors. The film isn’t funtastic, but it is sweet, with a simplistic fable of lonely people finding friendship that resonates through the pop-culture references and broken family tear-grabbing. Drew Barrymore’s never been better, and the first time that the bike flies over the woods your sad, jaded heart will splutter and gasp out a trickle of nicotine-negative, possibly for the last time. E.T kills with love.
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