Was this movie a biography of Spielberg's mum? I was really perplexed by the time I'd finished this movie. I had read that it was a masterpiece. I was mildly entertained throughout the movie, but try as I will I just cannot see what the point of the movie was, except to make another movie, or why anyone would call it a masterpiece? There was not a single line of dialogue that jumped out at me or threw me into a 'lost in thought' moment as to it's meaning. If this was Spielberg's life then I should make a movie about mine, because a lot more strange and dramatic things happened in my life than his. Why did he even make this? It was entertaining because it was quirky, the acting was good and the sets were spot on. But there is no real story. It doesn't give any real insight. It's almost like he made it to cover his tracks so nobody will ever really know how he became what he is. It really doesn't tell you anything real. In fact that is the entire problem with this movie: it's lack of meaning. I can see echoes of what may have been the reality behind it. But I cannot believe this is how it really was. It's seems to me the big thing in his life was that he makes great movies, not that his own personal life was any different from a billion other people.