E.T. the Extra-Terrestrial

I cried three times in revisiting Steven Spielberg's gorgeous, influential 1982 fairy tale. Hell, I choked up not only at the flying bike stuff, but at the goddamn opening title card, which was raucously applauded. Some questionable p.c. revisionism: Although "penis breath" still makes the cut, Elliott's brother is no longer chastised for dressing up as a "terrorist" for Halloween—but as a "hippie" instead. Recent CGI tweaks cast E.T. in Phantom Menace unreality, yet augment a welcome, restored bathtub sequence. Call for showtimes. (PG) ANDREW BONAZELLI

Dec. 26-31, 2011

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