Longtime liker of movies.
I think Spielberg is torn between telling the story of how he became a filmmaker (which is very fun, a little Jacquot de Nantes) and the story of his family (which the title suggests). There's good material on both ends, but the attempts to connect them are weaker. The most compelling choices explore the way making movies affects the way he experiences his familial relationships, more so than just feeling tension about pursuing his art. One shot, during the divorce…
Solid one of these journalism movies. They work for me as intended.
There's a line I found funny where someone's recalling a Weinstein incident and says something like, "Harvey was in a meeting with Scorsese, who hated him" just to make sure there's no way the viewer might get the wrong idea about Marty.
I dunno, I thought this was great. He's one-upping himself visually and not even trying to go for emotion, which is where his films have often fallen flat for me. The levity lane plays to his strengths. And the same way it's striking when his camera breaks out of its locked off framings, it feels a little poignant whenever the film does go for a moment of pathos.
I'd rank the three big segments like this:
1. The first one…