Knowing that it was a movie that was semi-autobiographical about Spielberg's own coming of age, it was quite interesting at first. Then it starts drifting into those 'rose-colored' memories of everyone's childhood where things are always black and white. Too cute at times, too self-pitying at times, too dramatic at times... By all counts he had a very comfortable and indulgent childhood with access to many 'comforts' that regular children of that era probably never had. It's all good about how the kid grew to love movie making. But then a lot of drama about infidelity, discrimination, etc. Etc. That just seemed tossed in there to gain sympathy but does not quite succeed. Most people probably had a much tougher childhood than young Fableman. But from a story development and production, it was very well done.