I'm heartened it's as mediocre as it is. There are far too many intentionally unexceptional gay people out there who have been waiting for a movie like this for far too long.
To borrow a phrase from one of the movie's many, many awful men, Spielberg here sacrifices a "more prudent" film in favor of a more palpably urgent one. It's a trade-off that's going to age this film poorly in a heartbeat, or a four-year term, but god forbid the last great Hollywood classicist continue trying to craft national-cultural signposts. He and he alone can get away with evidently doing this in his sleep.