Given the pedigree of the writers, I can only surmise that Spielberg thought his words were precious. Even more so, he thought, every camera angle, every slow zoom, every close-up, and every post edit cut was equally precious.

I can understand that, to him his life story is precious. But this was so slow and frankly, so unoriginal and clumsy that it is easily his worst film probably since his early years in film school.

I desperately wanted to see this when it was in the theater, but my spouse said no. When I wanted to watch it with her when it was streaming, she said no. I finally watched it on my own, and I can honestly say she made the right call. I believe I wasted my afternoon.

I believe that had Spielberg another person to helm the project, this quite possibly could have been the film he had hoped it would be.