Spielberg is a genius, and I have nothing but love and respect for his work, his vision, and his impact on modern filmmaking. But this one, this loose autobiography of his life... was lacking , and left me wanting more. Or at least wanting something.

The acting is first rate and the depiction of the eras are spot on... but the story? It came across as a boring, "who cares?" vanity project, and if this was anyone other than Spielberg making it, it wouldn't exist or nobody would care. And yikes, at a 2:30 runtime it just dragged and dragged. Most comparable "coming of age" films have a resolution, a lesson, a meaning for the story. This really didn't. It was little more than a snapshot of life of a kid who liked to make movies, and his semi-dysfunctional upper middle class life. I found it long, unrewarding, and disappointing. It wasn't horrible, but considering the source, I expected more.