What a pity to not have seen it in a dark room in solitude and increasing its box office numbers by world-changing 10 Euros, yet early enough to cherish this movie.

Personally, I do not understand anyone who perceives it as too long. It could have played for three hours and internally was also wished as that, nonetheless it gladly did not rush and took its time to think about itself, as we were thinking about it. At least, this was what should have been done, but people seemed to have wanted an Oppenheimer Biography of Spielberg being crushed by the waves at Saving Private Ryan in the first minute and then ,,The Fablemans - Only the Audience survives'' popping up. Following shots of him crying at set for not having achieved his mentally perfected Vision of Hook yet and overacting about his Obsession, than viewing the Stillness of becoming one with the passion. (Of course, the brilliant soon star Gabriel LaBelle still would have rocked it either way.)

This would have been awesome too for sure, but the apparently unseen poetry, at worst deemed pretentiousness, which was beautifully countered by John Williams Artwork, was not awaited or wished for. All in all, it was wanted for the mass to read between the lines and see beyond the energy of the family; how every fragment connected and lead to the first movie of Spielberg and consequential pieces of art that were gifted to us.