For a film director to tell us about his life and how he was attracted to celluloid as a child can make us infinitely lazy. But when that director is Steven Spielberg, laziness fades: after giving us one of the most incredible visual spectacles of recent years in ‘West side story’, Spielberg has poured everything he knows into ‘The Fabelmans’, a film in which he shows his fascination for watching and making movies since he was a kid. And it looks scandalous.
After what this year he will be ignored in the most important awards (as lame as they may be) in the world of cinema, Spielberg seems ready to break the deck of the Oscars with a film that seems as classic as it is beautiful, with an irresistible tone. So far, in Toronto she has caused a sensation.
We won’t be able to see her here until November 25, a date on which, a priori, it will not have competition to be the most watched film of the week. With overtones of ‘Cinema paradiso’ and an autobiographical film, ‘The Fabelmans’ stars Gabriel LaBelle, Paul Dano, Seth Rogen and Michelle Williams in a gigantic two and a half hour portrait framed in the happiest time in the United States (after World War II).
If we were talking about another director, we would be fearing a too good-natured portrait of himself, or the inevitable fall in the pie, but being Spielberg we know that, at the very least, we are going to be glued to the seat and rediscover cinema with his childhood self. Great movies, even if by intention, should always be applauded.