Lancemc
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It's true.
I just watched a lengthy TCM interview/retrospective where Steven talks about all his major motion picture experiences and gives a lot of insight into his motivations and background behind everything from Dual to Munich. It's called "Spielberg On Spielberg" if anyone's interested, and it's available free On Demand if you have Comcast Digital Cable.
But watching this helped me realize something. Whenever I get into discussions about great filmmakers, or my favorite films or anything like that, I never really think of, of mention Spielberg outside of him being "The most incredibly famous and popular director of our time."
What I've discovered is that Spielberg's films have just become such an ingrained part of my life throughout the last 18 years, that I really take him for granted. It's like he's always just been there, making movies that serve as the cornerstones for my childhood and popular culture in general.
My father's favorite film of all time is Jaws, and I've subsequently seen that film over 100 times because of it. It simply is a part of me. Jaws is cinema.
When I grew up, E.T. was the fictional character. He was the alien, what aliens should be and always would be as a kid.
Indiana Jones was the ultimate adventurer. He was Christopher Columbus. He was Galileo. He law Lewis and Clark. The Temple of Doom might as well have been a documentary of some bizarre foreign land.
Jurassic Park was the blueprint for escapist thrills and action, that has served as the meter for all grand-scale motion picture adventure since I was 5 years old.
I never knew Peter Pan. I knew Hook.
Close Encounters of The Third Kind was the sci-fi movie of my life, much like The Day The Earth Stood Still was for my mother.
Quite simply, Steven Spielberg is the architect of my dreams as a child, and I've grown in the illumination of his visions. Everything I know and love about motion pictures, I probably owe to this man, and I feel downright ashamed that I fail to recognize it.
Unfortunately, his output during the past 5 years hasn't been quite up to snuff as the masterworks of his past. Hopefully Indy IV, and Interstellar (a film that has me foaming at the mouth) will recapture that sense of awe and wonder that guided me through childhood.
Steven, I sincerely appologize. You may not stimulate my mind like Kubrick. You may not give me the false sense of being a badass motherfucker like Tarantino. And you may not get my blood pumping like Cameron.
But I really cannot deny that you have been, and probably still remain, the greatest living filmmaker I've ever had the pleasure of sharing the realm of fantasy with.
I just watched a lengthy TCM interview/retrospective where Steven talks about all his major motion picture experiences and gives a lot of insight into his motivations and background behind everything from Dual to Munich. It's called "Spielberg On Spielberg" if anyone's interested, and it's available free On Demand if you have Comcast Digital Cable.
But watching this helped me realize something. Whenever I get into discussions about great filmmakers, or my favorite films or anything like that, I never really think of, of mention Spielberg outside of him being "The most incredibly famous and popular director of our time."
What I've discovered is that Spielberg's films have just become such an ingrained part of my life throughout the last 18 years, that I really take him for granted. It's like he's always just been there, making movies that serve as the cornerstones for my childhood and popular culture in general.
My father's favorite film of all time is Jaws, and I've subsequently seen that film over 100 times because of it. It simply is a part of me. Jaws is cinema.
When I grew up, E.T. was the fictional character. He was the alien, what aliens should be and always would be as a kid.
Indiana Jones was the ultimate adventurer. He was Christopher Columbus. He was Galileo. He law Lewis and Clark. The Temple of Doom might as well have been a documentary of some bizarre foreign land.
Jurassic Park was the blueprint for escapist thrills and action, that has served as the meter for all grand-scale motion picture adventure since I was 5 years old.
I never knew Peter Pan. I knew Hook.
Close Encounters of The Third Kind was the sci-fi movie of my life, much like The Day The Earth Stood Still was for my mother.
Quite simply, Steven Spielberg is the architect of my dreams as a child, and I've grown in the illumination of his visions. Everything I know and love about motion pictures, I probably owe to this man, and I feel downright ashamed that I fail to recognize it.
Unfortunately, his output during the past 5 years hasn't been quite up to snuff as the masterworks of his past. Hopefully Indy IV, and Interstellar (a film that has me foaming at the mouth) will recapture that sense of awe and wonder that guided me through childhood.
Steven, I sincerely appologize. You may not stimulate my mind like Kubrick. You may not give me the false sense of being a badass motherfucker like Tarantino. And you may not get my blood pumping like Cameron.
But I really cannot deny that you have been, and probably still remain, the greatest living filmmaker I've ever had the pleasure of sharing the realm of fantasy with.
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