I am among those who are not fans of Spielberg's art. This movie just confirms my feelings. What it is? -Spielberg being Spielberg. Pompous and vain. Ok, we get it Steven, you're talented since you've been a little kid.

Empty plot, no culmination, fragments of childhood trauma and accent on his filmmaking talent. That's all. And oh, young actors are brilliant! And except for the end there's no Spilbergian stupid music scores, for a change.

Film is too long for what it gives us, but the David Lynch scene is when film is shining. And it's good that it ends with it. He is perfectly depicting John Ford. I love it! Thank you uncle Lynch for contributing, even though it is sad that this movie will be forgotten in a half an hour time.