Pardon the intro for getting a little unwieldy, but you try capturing the essence of a world-class director in a few hundred words.
For over four decades, Steven Allan Spielberg KBE OMRI has captured the hearts and minds of filmgoers with his imagination, imagery, innovation, and insight. Spielberg’s the total package: the humanist, the whiz kid, the shrewd business entrepreneur, but above all, a ferocious filmmaker. Who doesn’t have a favorite Spielberg movie? Who didn’t grow up on his genre feats? Who hasn’t been moved to tears by his fantastical and sustainably human melodrama?
Spielberg’s a guy that has run the gamut, playing with aliens and dinosaurs, but able to put away his toys in order to tell more serious stories. You know the John Williams, the Ford-like imagery, the daddy issues, the glint and glare in his characters’ eyes, and the deep abiding love for people thrust into amazing stories. Sure, Spielberg practically made being a director like being a star, but he’s a survivor, and it’s a testament to his gifts that we’re still talking about many of his works to this day.
In anticipation of the upcoming HBO documentary on Spielberg’s iconic career, we’re looking back at his entire filmography as a director, ranking the worst to the best. Ground rules: One, we’re not talking about his documentaries, short or otherwise – narrative film works are the game. Two, no TV movies, so deepest apologies to Duel and Amazing Stories, which are both awesome. Three, directorial works only. So like, maybe we’ll make an Amblin or a Dreamworks list another time (after all, there’s always room to make fun of The Flintstones).
Ready for a list that could only be described as “Spielbergian”?
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33. Always (1989)
Runtime: 2 hr. 2 min.
Pitch: In this flighty romantic dramedy, a dead pilot played by Richard Dreyfuss tries to reconnect with his living girlfriend, played by Hollie Hunter, and it’s just mush. Mush everywhere. A loose remake of Victor Fleming’s A Guy Named Joe with Spencer Tracy and Irene Dunne.
Cast: Richard Dreyfuss, Holly Hunter, John Goodman, Brad Johnson, and Audrey Hepburn in her last film role
Amblin’ Man: Spielberg douses Always in honey, syrup, and other saccharine love poisons. But few scenes scream “Spielbergian twinkle gone awry” more than when Pete Sandich (a cackling, snarky Dreyfuss) first arrives in Heaven, only to be greeted by Audrey Hepburn against overbearingly Wyeth-like imagery of fields and trees and all things sickly sweet.
Spielberg is nothing if not a sentimentalist, proud to wear his heart on his sleeve, and he does it like a pro. But the deep, metaphysical wonders of life, love, and the great beyond boiled down to a friggin’ haircut scene? With all due respect, this is probably Spielberg’s lamest scene.
Williams’ Wonder: Williams went weepy, almost parodying his own sound by quadrupling the regal horn work and soft-hearted strings. There’s a theme somewhere inside Williams’ score, but it’s pretty hard to hear against the loud plane sounds, romantic grandeur, and nasal vocal range of Richard Dreyfuss.
Always Audrey: This marked Audrey Hepburn’s last onscreen appearance. The icon accepted a million-dollar payday to play Hap, Dreyfuss’ ghost barber of whatever, offering platitudes about “divine breaths” and other new age nonsense while wearing pristine white outfits. Hepburn’s lovely, aloof, and, admittedly, looks a bit bored. But hey, her outfits are classy and clean, and that million went straight to UNICEF. Who knows what Spielberg’s original choice, Sean Connery, might have done with that money? We can only assume more wigs.
One Big, Over-long, Out-in-the-Open Inside Joke: About that A Guy Named Joe connection for a second! On the set of Jaws, Dreyfuss and Spielberg would quote the Spencer Tracy classic to one another non-stop. Film geeks, amirite? But they eventually found the opportunity to just remake the damn thing in 1989, and the rest is baffling history.
Analysis: Always displays Spielberg’s most noticeable tendencies in their weakest and most meaningless forms. The heart, the dazzle, the gee-shucks staring and overt sincerity. It’s all so boring, and frankly, off-putting. Rarely has Spielberg looked like a director without a grasp on the material he’s directing, but Always presented a director struggling to be creative while reinventing old material.
What’s wrong with Always? Let us count the ways: The schmaltzy romance. The dumb notions of the afterlife. The blind homage to old-timey romance a la Richard Powell and Fleming that just doesn’t fly in 1989. The blazingly overdone aerial photography. The poorly cast trio of leads (and Dreyfuss, in particular, is the least romantic lead you’ll ever see).
Spielberg never gets a handle on his tone, from farce to fanciful love affair, which is why Always tailspins the entire way. It’s not just dull, or pandering, but actually quite annoying in the end. We can’t fault Spielberg for trying as he does, but he misses so big here. Chalk it up to smoke in his eyes on this one.
32. “Kick the Can” from The Twilight Zone: The Movie (1983)
Runtime: 25 min.
Pitch: A remake of an old George Clayton Johnson episode of Twilight Zone, Scatman Crothers visits retirement homes with his magical can that turns the elderly young. Look, we’re trying not to use the phrase “magical negro.”
Cast: Burgess Meredith, Scatman Crothers, Bill Quinn, Martin Garner, Selma Diamond, and Helen Shaw
Amblin’ Man: Probably the little kid in a turban being all “I have to go back to home planet now,” or his youth, or some heavy-handed concept like that.
Williams’ Wonder: Whoa whoa whoa, who let Jerry Goldsmith in here? It’s worth noting that Spielberg made a rare concession here working with the famed composer on his Twilight Zone segment, and Goldsmith gave a fanciful waltz that could be best described as memorable, but over-bearing. It’s almost funny to imagine Spielberg meeting with Goldsmith at recording sessions and pulling a Brick Tamland: “You’re not John.”
Getting Upstaged: Spielberg produced Twilight Zone: The Movie, while directing one of four segments among other name directors, and curiously enough his entry is part of the stinky first half. The movie starts with “Time Out”, a John Landis anti-racism moral fable that hangs a pall over the rest of the film given the infamous helicopter accident. Then comes Spielberg’s “Kick the Can”, which does just nothing. Old folks feel sad and wanna be young, but they already feel young inside? Guh.
But then, two young studs by the names of Joe Dante and George Miller directed the hell out of their latter half segments, effectively saving the film. Dante brought pre-Gremlins verve and amazing effects to his short, “It’s a Good Life”, a remake of the episode with the same name. And Miller remakes the William Shatner terror in the skies bit, “Nightmare at 20,000 Feet”, with fevered insanity.
Should you come across this film, start at the middle.
What Could Have Been: Spielberg kicked around several ideas before landing on “Kick the Can” for this film. He considered updating “The Monsters Are Due on Maple Street”, a thriller about aliens invading a neighborhood, in addition to one about a bully getting his comeuppance on Halloween. Man, the “What if?” of those ideas.
Analysis: Emotionally manipulative, overly short, and a little insincere, Spielberg accidentally made what feels like the world’s longest insurance commercial. Spielberg described the short as a rumination on the idea that “you’re only as old as you feel,” and structurally, the thing’s built on a bed of tissues. Old people feel youthful delights as they pull a Cinderella, turning into their young selves for one night only, because of fantasy rules. The menschy elders grouse then laugh and play as kids discuss the long-term perks of being young again. On that note, anybody remember Cocoon? Watch that, instead.
31. Indiana Jones and the Kingdom of the Crystal Skull (2008)
Runtime: 1 hr. 59 min.
Pitch: Dr. Henry Jones, Jr. (Harrison Ford) returns from the sunset older, grumpier, and with way too many sidekicks (see: Shia LaBeouf, Ray Winstone, John Hurt, Karen Allen, and arguably Jim Broadbent). This time around, he’s racing towards a telepathic crystal skull with some nasty(?) Soviets led by Colonel Dr. Irina Spalko (Cate Blanchett) on his heels. Somewhere in there is a bunch of CGI gophers, ants, and monkeys that are no match for a couple Wal-Mart snakes. Let’s not forget about the extraterrestrial curmudgeon that materializes out of nowhere, either.
Cast: Harrison Ford, Cate Blanchett, Shia LaBeouf, Ray Winstone, John Hurt, Karen Allen, and Jim Broadbent
Amblin’ Man: Spielberg tends to shine when he keeps the action simple, charismatic, and engaging. Where Crystal Skull fails is in its startling inability to conjure up anything even remotely reasonable. There are a few remarkable sequences — Area-51, Indy vs. Mammoth Soviet — only they’re fumbled by horrendous effects and straight-up bad plotting. But one scene worth revisiting is when Mutt and his disapproving titular father (groan) escape from Marshall College on a motorcycle. It’s very basic, but that’s what makes it so much fun. It’s also the only time this film even comes close to the physical comedy of Last Crusade.
Williams’ Wonder: By 2008, the maestro could still score any old drama to perfection, but when it came time to carve out some poppy melodies for action adventures, well, let’s just say the guy checked out. Listen closely and you can almost hear him in the studio, draped over his music stand, screaming: “Goddammit, Steven, enough’s enough!” Needless to say, his work on Crystal Skull, much like the sequel itself, is pretty uninspired and dull. “The Journey to Akator” sounds stripped off an On the Border restaurant playlist, “Irina’s Theme” flies by like a quick transition scene in Harry Potter, and “The Adventures of Mutt”, which won a Grammy for Christ’s sake, belongs in a Disney gift shop. “Call of the Crystal” is okay, though.
“Nuke the Fridge”: Have you heard of this online colloquialism? Probably. A long, long time ago, Spielberg came up with this bonehead idea that would place our favorite archaeologist inside a lead-lined refrigerator in order to successfully evade a nuclear bomb and escape an American testing site. Not only that, but the blast would somehow catapult the fridge, going far enough to kiss the sky and crash miles and miles away. It’s the type of scenario a kid playing with Kenner figures would dream up, and while the legendary director has always sparked the best of our imaginations, nobody was having it back in 2008. Thus, anytime a franchise, film, or story goes batshit crazy, it doesn’t “jump the shark” anymore …. no, it “nukes the fridge.”
Shia LeMutt: Oh, weren’t those the days when Even Stevens was once touted as the second coming? Long before he was hitching rides from randos across the States, LeBeouf was an in-demand star, enough to carry a blockbuster or three. So, it makes sense why Spielberg would want him to follow the box office dollars of his aging, go-to action hero. Besides, nobody could have predicted this:
Or, when he publicly denounced the film in 2010. “I feel like I dropped the ball on the legacy that people loved and cherished,” LaBeouf admitted to The Los Angeles Times, adding: “You get to monkey-swinging and things like that and you can blame it on the writer and you can blame it on Steven [Spielberg, who directed]. But the actor’s job is to make it come alive and make it work, and I couldn’t do it. So that’s my fault. Simple.” Ford would later call him a “fucking idiot.”
Analysis: But really, Shia wasn’t wrong. This film is an ugly, forgettable, and lousy artifact that doesn’t belong in a museum. Nothing works in this cash-in of a sequel. Not David Koepp’s messy screenplay. Not Ford and Allen’s cringe-worthy reunion. Not Janusz Kamiński’s ever-distracting cinematography. Not Spielberg’s shambled attempt to carve out a father-son bond. Not even Ford’s much-anticipated return to the fedora. Hell, there are video games that are better Indiana Jones films than this one, and some of them don’t even include the guy (see: Uncharted). Here’s hoping the fifth chapter finds some fortune and glory.
30. 1941 (1979)
Runtime: 1 hr. 58 min.
Pitch: 1941. Los Angeles caves in fear after the invasion of Pearl Harbor. Paranoia, madness, guns, nuts, and bullets collide as Americans embrace their xenophobia for the Japanese.
This is a comedy.
Cast: Dan Aykroyd, Ned Beatty, John Belushi, John Candy, Christopher Lee, Toshiro Mifune, and Robert Stack
Amblin’ Man: The ham-fisted Jaws reference is so literally Spielbergian. Complete with the actress that played Chrissie. Spielberg the goofball, everyone.
Williams’ Wonder: Williams pulls an almost parodic score together for 1941, with loud, regal marches built on flutes and horns that feel like they belong in Patton or The Great Escape or JFK for that matter. The score works comically, because it sounds like the kind of music that could fit into more serious films about the same subjects of war, with a touch more brass and pomp to help listeners know Williams is being a bit silly.
Awards Before Praise: This sucker has a very deserving 34 on Metacritic. The film’s bombast is too much, and there’s a lot of production excess on display. Excess that netted the Christmas-released comedy three Oscar nominations — specifically for sound, visual effects, and, funnily enough, cinematography by legendary lenser William A. Fraker. Why’s that funny? Because Fraker was fired midway through production over creative differences.
John Wayne Hated It: Spielberg wanted The Duke for the role of Major General Stillwell. Wayne passed, though, citing not only ill health, but pushed back at Spielberg and called the project un-American and anti-patriotic. Wayne told Spielberg to just go ahead and drop the project.
A simple “no” would have sufficed.
Robert Stack took the role and was decidedly nicer about it.
Analysis: Spielberg’s always been a little flimsy with the funnies, and 1941 shows his desire to be silly, but at a great cost: the expense of his viewers’ patience. He barrages every frame with dumb joke after dumb joke, often to no avail. Maybe it’s Robert Zemeckis and Bob Gale’s unwieldy script, or maybe it’s the amount of post-Saturday Night Live talent, or maybe it was Spielberg’s ego in the wake of several enormous hits, but 1941 is a film that makes no attempt to contain itself to anything resembling humor.
There are no punchlines, just goofy occurrences. No real plot, just character moments loosely put together. No filmmaking authority, just cacophonous roaring for weirdly specific nostalgia. Bless Spielberg for stepping outside of himself on this one, but perhaps this was the first sign that if there’s a chink in his armor, it’s humor. To get a sense of 1941’s bloating, enjoy two minutes of Belushi screaming while lost inside an airplane.
Loud, long, and sinfully unfunny, 1941’s a dud.
29. The Lost World: Jurassic Park (1997)
Runtime: 2 hr. 9 min.
Pitch: Four years after John Hammond’s great dinosaur experiment went to hell on Isla Nublar, Dr. Ian Malcolm is drawn back to a different island full of dinosaurs, one that InGen used to breed various species for Jurassic Park. When Ian finds out that a corporate team wants to bring even wilder dinosaurs to the mainland, he’s forced to intervene. Also, he’s there to save his girlfriend. And his kid!
Cast: Jeff Goldblum, Julianne Moore, Vince Vaughn, Pete Postlethwaite, Arliss Howard, Vanessa Lee Chester, Peter Stormare, and Richard Schiff
Amblin’ Man: We’ll get to that ending in just a minute, but you can’t say that the image of a T. Rex wreaking havoc on downtown San Diego isn’t within Spielberg’s grasp. Also, the entire film is predicated on a man trying to save his semi-distant familiars, so there’s your other, more classic connection.
Williams’ Wonder: Credit where credit is due, here. Williams could have easily reprised his iconic themes from Jurassic Park in a different context and probably called it a day, but instead tries to fit the second film’s more action-packed tone. As such, and much like the film it’s in, the score’s appropriately hard-charging without leaving a lasting impression. The only major change is that various bongo and other drum sounds are added in, because islands.
From Humble Beginnings: The Lost World is only famed cinematographer Janusz Kaminski’s second outing with Spielberg, after Schindler’s List. And it’s not exactly among the more memorable work the two have done together over the years. Much of the film is shot in murky blues, blacks, and grays, with more than one key action sequence taking place in the dark. There’s little of the striking natural light or magic-hour aesthetic that’s come to define Kaminski’s work here.
Too Good for Dinosaurs: The Lost World marked the second attempt in a row on Spielberg’s part to cast Juliette Binoche in one of the Jurassic Park films. She was offered Moore’s role, after also turning down Dr. Ellie Sattler in the first film. But eventually the venerated actress would find her way into a film with giant monsters, when she was fridged in the opening minutes of Gareth Edwards’ Godzilla. You know that old Hollywood adage: They all get killed by lizards in the end.
Analysis: The Lost World was a bona fide event when it debuted on Memorial Day weekend in 1997. It was the sequel to one of the most beloved films of the ‘90s, ended a multi-year production sabbatical for Spielberg, and held the all-time record for opening-weekend box office for over four years until Harry Potter and the Sorcerer’s Stone bested it. It was the continuation of what was widely assumed to be the industry’s next monster franchise. It had the Goldblum. It had everything going for it.
And then, it just wasn’t that good.
It’s not that The Lost World is outright awful. Hell, it’s still somehow the second-best installment of the Jurassic series. It’s just a film distinctly of its time, one more given to excessive, trailer-friendly bombast than to Spielberg’s particular brand of the same. It’s loud, it’s full of ultimately disposable side characters, and it more or less peaks with its terrifying “compy” opening; even that last sequence loses some of its heft when it’s revealed that the little girl isn’t actually killed by dinosaurs. After that introduction, which suggests a darker and more menacing film, The Lost World goes on to include a young girl overcoming dinosaur attacks with gymnastics.
Then there’s that ending. For a kid at the time, the image of a T. Rex going wild on San Diego as Goldblum races to avoid flying debris and a 76 ball was the coolest thing in the world. In reality, it’s maybe the silliest thing that’s ever happened in a series that also includes a talking velociraptor on an airplane and the entirety of Jurassic World. It’s the exact point when the series loses the magic of discovery that makes the first installment such a classic, and turns it into a multi-film treatise on the coolness of dinosaurs breaking stuff. And to be fair, dinosaurs breaking stuff is pretty fun. You just expect a little more from Spielberg.
28. Hook (1991)
Runtime: 2 hr. 22 min.
Pitch: In this Spielbergian riff on the classic fairy tale, Peter Pan (Robin Williams) has grown up to become a corporate lawyer with no time for his two children. When the dreaded Captain Hook (Dustin Hoffman) returns to kidnap young Jack and Maggie, Peter must return to Neverland and, in typical Spielberg fashion, rediscover his childlike sense of wonder.
Cast: Dustin Hoffman, Robin Williams, Julia Roberts, Bob Hoskins, and Maggie Smith
Amblin’ Man: Spielberg has always had a flair for the magical moment — the bicycle taking off into the sky, the brontosaurus rearing up on its hind legs, and, of course, Peter Pan rising up into the sky and reclaiming leadership of the Lost Boys. It’s hard not to get butterflies at the sight of the Notorious P.A.N. swooping down over the Boys’ ramshackle village and reclaiming his sword from Rufio. Nah, that’s not a tear in my eye. That’s just some pixie dust.
Williams’ Wonder: Williams worked his typical magic here, delivering yet another memorable score to add to Spielberg’s canon. The score’s crowning moment is the original song “We Don’t Wanna Grow Up”, a bouncy and appropriately youthful tune sung by a children’s choir. It’s a glimpse into what might have been, as Spielberg initially considered making the film a musical (with Williams’ help, of course).
Food Fight!: Hook never really gels as a movie, but some of the individual scenes in the Lost Boys’ village really let Spielberg and his pals at Industrial Light and Magic have some fun. One of the most colorful and visually inventive scenes in the director’s body of work comes during the “imaginary” food fight, which finds Robin Williams at his childlike best.
Crocodile Flop: One thing that really sucks about Hook is the action-sequence choreography, and there’s no more egregious offender than the scene in which Hook is eaten by his stuffed crocodile clock thingy. He has roughly 30 seconds to get out of the way before the thing falls on him, but he just keeps putzing about and tripping over his cape because — oh, yeah, lazy filmmaking.
Analysis: Hook may not rank among Spielberg’s best output, but it still has the look and feel of a classic for the most part. John Williams obviously has a lot to do with this, but Spielberg is playing firmly within his wheelhouse here; turn to the entry for “childlike sense of wonder” in the film dictionary, and you’ll probably see the director’s grinning face. If anything, Hook goes too far with the sap and the sentimentality, and not far enough in terms of taking the Peter Pan story to a more interesting Neverland.
27. The Adventures of Tintin: The Secret of the Unicorn (2011)
Runtime: 1 hr. 47 min.
Pitch: Adapted from the iconic French comic strip, The Adventures of Tintin follows the titular reporter and his beloved dog, Snowy, as they solve the mystery of a lost pirate ship, the Unicorn, and help drunken Captain Haddock (Andy Serkis) settle a score against the evil Red Rackham. Many Indiana Jones-esque antics ensue.
Cast: Jamie Bell, Andy Serkis, Daniel Craig, Nick Frost, Simon Pegg, Daniel Mays, Mackenzie Crook, Toby Jones, and Gad Elmaleh
Amblin’ Man: If there’s a single shot you should see in Tintin, it has to be the four-minute, uninterrupted tracking shot that follows Tintin, Snowy, and Haddock chasing Red Rackham through the streets of Bagghar after one of the scrolls that leads to the treasure. The whole affair is a masterpiece of action choreography, as Tintin dodges missiles, ziplines down clothing lines, and fights off Rackham’s goons on land, air, and sea – all in a single “take.” It’s the kind of ambitious shot that Spielberg wishes he could pull off in a live-action Indy film.
Williams’ Wonder: Williams’ Tintin theme is a quirky, harpsichord-centric tune that’s a bit of a departure from his more bombastic work. Tintin’s far more mischievous than the Big Damn Hero that is Indiana Jones, so giving him a suitably sneaky melody fits quite nicely.
Thompson and Thompson: Edgar Wright co-wrote the screenplay (along with Attack the Block’s Joe Cornish and Doctor Who’s Steven Moffat), so naturally they found a place to put Wright’s buddies Nick Frost and Simon Pegg. As the identical (but unrelated) detectives Thompson and Thompson, Frost and Pegg dust off their razor-sharp repartee to great effect.
The Serkis Is in Town: Why, it just wouldn’t be a motion-capture film without Andy Serkis playing a part! Luckily, the ubiquitous mo-cap master is wonderful as Captain Haddock, offering a Chaplinesque physicality that allows him to be the butt of the drunken joke without becoming irritating. His Haddock is nowhere near the heights of Caesar or Gollum, but it’s an effective performance nonetheless.
Analysis: Spielberg’s love of the old Tintin comics is a matter of long-standing public record (we wouldn’t have Indy films without them, frankly), so it would stand to reason that he’d want to adapt them to the big screen. While The Adventures of Tintin is no great shakes, there’s still plenty to love about it, from the eye-catching CG to the realistically rendered character models and more.
Watching Tintin is like seeing Spielberg get to direct a fifth Indy movie, but this time with limitless ability to place and move the camera, resulting in an over-the-top adventure that’s just ambitious enough to work. Where Tintin falters is the story and pacing, which follow the comic’s limited vocabulary a bit too much. In the end, it becomes too formulaic to put it above the crackerjack storytelling of these other entries.
26. War of the Worlds (2005)
Runtime: 1 hr. 56 min.
Pitch: Spielberg! Aliens! Has there ever been a more natural pairing? The E.T.s in this Orson Welles adaptation are out for more than Reese’s Pieces, though. These tripod assholes emerge from underground to wreck havoc on the life of divorced crane operator Ray Ferrier (Tom Cruise) and his two estranged children. Their only weakness? Ah, come on, no spoilers!
Cast: Tom Cruise, Dakota Fanning, Justin Chatwin, Miranda Otto, and Tim Robbins
Amblin’ Man: Spielberg’s scariest film since Jurassic Park proved once again that he’s a master at making huge, hulking monsters seem like … well, huge, hulking monsters. When the first tripod emerges from underground and starts zapping people, it feels like a real callback to the famous T. Rex scene from a decade earlier. The first deaths we see come via a camcorder that some poor soul has dropped on the ground. This kind of framing trick is vintage Spielberg.
Williams’ Wonder: Not one of Williams’ most memorable scores, but it has a few interesting points. The composer used some weirdly chilling vocal elements — female shrieks and low, throaty male singing — to heighten the scare factor, and it’s probably why War of the Worlds scans more as a traditional “horror” film than Jurassic Park, which favored epic orchestral music.
Echoes of 9/11: Of course, there’s another reason the film might’ve been so scary at the time. Arriving in theaters just a few years after the terrorist attacks of 9/11, War of the Worlds doesn’t hold back on imagery that evokes that chaotic day. The fact that it came out on Independence Day weekend only strengthened the connection in viewers’ minds.
Dino Déjà Vu: Not to harp on the Jurassic Park connection too much, but Spielberg definitely reuses a ton of his old tricks here. That basement scene with the probe? Beat by beat, it’s nearly a carbon copy of the scene with the raptors in the kitchen. It does feature crazy Tim Robbins with an axe, though, so points for that.
Analysis: This one’s a bit too derivative to rank as a classic in its own right, and Spielberg doesn’t do anything here that he hadn’t already done better elsewhere. Having just breathed new life into the sci-fi genre with 2002’s fantastic Minority Report, he seems like he’s stuck on auto-pilot, though Spielberg auto-pilot is still better than what most filmmakers bring to the table. War of the Worlds does feature some of the best special effects of any Spielberg film (thanks again, Industrial Light & Magic) and the Doug Chiang-designed tripods are a subtle stroke of genius.
25. War Horse (2011)
Runtime: 2 hr. 26 min.
Pitch: War Horse, adapted from the novel of the same name, follows a young man (Jeremy Irvine) and his beloved colt as they endure the horrors of World War I. After the two are separated, the colt is passed from owner to owner, seeing the devastation of modern armed conflict from a plethora of angles, all the while hoping to survive and make it back home.
Cast: Jeremy Irvine, Emily Watson, David Thewlis, Tom Hiddleston, Benedict Cumberbatch, Eddie Marsan, Niels Arestrup, Toby Kebbell, David Kross, and Peter Mullan
Amblin’ Man: Spielberg’s depiction of the chaos of war in World War II was already the stuff of legend after Saving Private Ryan, and War Horse’s trench warfare feels like the World War I equivalent. Rather than going for the intimacy of hand-held close-ups, however, Spielberg hangs back, capturing the vast scale of these trench battles with huge wides and dolly shots, going big where he once went small. It’s an interesting inversion of the style he made so famous.
Williams’ Wonder: Given the more sweeping, picturesque visuals of War Horse and the essential tranquility of the pastoral farmland that bookends the film, it makes sense that Williams’ work is a bit more adagio at times..
Unbridled Beauty: War Horse’s production took them all over the UK, from the roving hills of Devon to the stone roofs of Wiltshire. As a result, the film teems with a sense of history and authenticity, and the rare beauty of the English landscapes offer an immediate sense of awe.
I’m Ready for My Closeup, Mr. Ed: Joey, the titular war horse, was played by 14 different horses over the course of the film, and he and the other horses had a phalanx of experts on hand to help them throughout. They kept a farrier on set to get horseshoes back on the horses if they got stuck in the mud, and the horses were given a special makeup team to ensure that the colt looked as fine as an equine could be.
Analysis: Yet another of Spielberg’s crowd-pleasing, youth-in-war films, War Horse features some of the most beautiful imagery ever committed to film. It’s clear that Spielberg challenged Kaminski to break out of the plasticky sheen of many of his previous collaborations, creating a daguerreotype look that differed from the dirt and grit of Saving Private Ryan.
Overall, War Horse offers little that we haven’t seen before about the cruelty and randomness of war and the loss of innocence in the face of such devastation. Still, as with most late-period Spielberg works, it’s a good one to take your mom to – its emotional core is uncomplicated but effective.
Runtime: 1 hr. 55 min.
Pitch: In 1971, a bombshell study alleging that the United States was well aware of the non-viability and likely casualties of the Vietnam War came into the possession of The New York Times. When the Times was blacklisted by the federal government from making the study public, the then-struggling Washington Post found itself at the center of a cultural firestorm, as its management had to decide whether the truth was worth the overwhelming risks involved.
Cast: Meryl Streep, Tom Hanks, Bob Odenkirk, Tracy Letts, David Cross, Carrie Coon, Bruce Greenwood, Matthew Rhys, Alison Brie, Sarah Paulson, Jesse Plemons, Bradley Whitford, Zach Woods
Amblin’ Man: Spielberg finds his customary sense of wonder in the smaller details this time around. You’ve never seen the revving up of a printing press visualized with such awe, or the bustle of an early ‘70s newsroom floor visualized with such starry eyes. It’s a heroic fantasy about banal, everyday journalism, which is every bit as valuable in its own way given the climate in which The Post has been released.
Williams’ Wonder: In keeping with the film’s straightforward subject matter and hardworking cast of characters, Williams delivers something eloquent and yet a bit more subdued this time around. There’s an anxious tremble to most of his compositions, and if it’s still very much a Williams score, he ably captures the constantly escalating panic within the film in a way that elevates furtive closed-room debates over the publication of a piece of writing to the dramatic impact of a triumphant final battle.
It’s Bob and David!: During one early scene, Spielberg frames Odenkirk and Cross shoulder-to-shoulder, which could just be a character moment, but it’s one we choose to interpret as a sly indication that the venerable filmmaker is as big a fan of Mr. Show as we are.
Spielberg’s MVP: The Post marks the fifth collaboration between Spielberg and Tom Hanks, making Hanks the director’s most frequently utilized performer. This somehow feels appropriate, given that it’s hard to think of two names more synonymous with great modern American films.
Analysis: The Post catches Spielberg near his most idealistic, and as far as the director’s “message movies” go, it’s among his most unabashedly hopeful. That Spielberg would happen to release a film of this nature right as the most media-hostile sitting president since Nixon is hardly an accident; if anything, The Post puts too fine a point on the allegorical implications of its story, right around the time when it inadvertently appears to tease some sort of Nixon Extended Universe in its final moments.
Yet what’s most powerful and lasting about the director’s ode to the absolute importance of an unbiased, hard-charging free press is the way in which he busies himself with the tiring-yet-pivotal details of releasing a piece of journalism as pivotal as the Pentagon Papers. Through Meryl Streep (in one of her best recent turns) and Tom Hanks, Spielberg envisions the heroism of the press as a conflicted kind, lingering over the endless debates and fact-checking and legal wrangling of running any kind of good journalism, something that’s been too often swept under the rug in the era of the click economy.
There was a substantial risk in publishing the Pentagon Papers, not only because of the ways in which it implicated the federal government as largely responsible for the staggering death toll in Vietnam on both sides, but because it would prove that not even the most powerful governments in the world can hide their secrets forever. Spielberg understands this every bit as well as he does the importance of their eventual release, and if The Post is blunt in its celebration, it nevertheless speaks to subjects that have become unpleasantly relevant once again in our own time. —Dominick Suzanne-Mayer
23. The BFG (2016)
Runtime: 1 hr. 57 min.
Pitch: An orphan named Sophie gets caught out of bed during the witching hour and snatched away to Giant Country by the land’s dream-catching “runt.” Together, they plot to save the world’s children from being gobbled up like sugar lumps by bigger, less-friendly giants.
Cast: Mark Rylance, Ruby Barnhill, Penelope Wilton, Jemaine Clement, and Bill Hader
Amblin’ Man: Spielberg once stated that he wanted people to leave Jurassic Park thinking, Gee, this is the first time I’ve really seen a dinosaur. That’s exactly how audiences will feel about giants as they watch BFG nimbly slink about London in the shadows or pull up a piano and hoist a pitchfork to have breakfast with the Queen of England. As magical as Spielberg tried to make dream catching in far, faraway Dream Country, nothing in that scene touches the humor and wonder of watching a giant visit our own little corner of the world and tuck in. It’s scrumdiddlyumptious!
Williams’ Wonder: They’re at it again! Here, Williams adds equal parts awe and playfulness to Sophie’s dream-catching outing with BFG in Dream Country. As usual, Spielberg and Williams together are a veritable golden phizzwizard!
Fee-Fi-Fo-Fum: In Roald Dahl’s The BFG, Jack is a mythical giant killer who gives the human bean-gobbling giants nightmares. In Spielberg’s adaptation, Jack is BFG’s previous human friend (and coiner of the giant’s name), a boy he loved but couldn’t save from becoming dinner for the child-eating giants. It’s a poignant backstory that explains both why BFG became a dream catcher and why he ultimately summons the courage to help Sophie.
The BF What?: Big Fuzzy Gerbils? No. Blotchy Facial Growth? Nope, give up yet? While die-hard fans of Dahl no doubt know that The BFG stands for “Big Friendly Giant,” those not in the know might have zero idea what the acronym stands for. Lame internet jokes aside, The BFG might have opened better at the BBO (Big Box Office) if more people had known exactly what those letters stood for. Am I right, or am I left?
Analysis: As Allison Shoemaker noted in her review, The BFG occasionally catches Spielberg “straining for sentiment” rather than allowing the tale’s innate wonder, Dahl’s delightfully playful language, and the sheer power of Mark Rylance’s performance to breathe and settle into their own magic. When Spielberg holds back, we get a meeting of worlds that’s both clever and hilarious and a moving story of a little girl and a “tiny” giant, both of whom discover that their small stature doesn’t limit their capacity to love and make the world a bit kinder.
22. Amistad (1997)
Runtime: 2 hr. 35 min.
Pitch: In 1839, a group of slaves takes over a ship traveling from Cuba to the United States. Led by a Mende tribesman named Cinqué, the group is then captured and embroiled in a courtroom battle with historical consequences.
Cast: Morgan Freeman, Nigel Hawthorne, Anthony Hopkins, Djimon Hounsou, and Matthew McConaughey
Amblin’ Man: Amistad conjures up so much artificial sentimentality that it can’t be mistaken for anything other than a Spielberg film from the ‘90s. Though a bit heavily acted by Anthony Hopkins, John Quincy Adams’ extended courtroom speech about inalienable rights and the Declaration of Independence is basically Amistad in a nutshell: sweeping, maudlin, and resembling historical fact only in the details.
Williams’ Wonder: Like Hopkins and pretty much everyone else in the cast, Williams shoots for the moon here and delivers one of his grandest, most emotionally manipulative (not necessarily a bad thing) scores ever. His rousing courtroom theme keeps the drama at peak levels and leaves us hanging on every word.
The Human Element: Though the courtroom scenes tend to focus more on the white men as noble saviors, the rest of Amistad deserves credit for casting a light on the human experience at the heart of the slave trade, and for giving actual faces and identities to those affected by it. The film’s portrayal of the Middle Passage ranks among Spielberg’s most brutal and affecting work, matching or surpassing even Schindler’s List.
Fast and Loose with Fact: Amistad has come under heavy scrutiny for its historical inaccuracies, and the actual Amistad case was not the critical turning point in the abolition movement that Spielberg would have us believe. That’s the price you pay for a good ol’ rousing historical drama, and Spielberg — his focus always on the audience — doesn’t mind paying it one bit.
Analysis: Your opinion of Amistad will likely be determined by how much Spielberg you can stomach, as this historical drama ranks among his most maudlin and self-indulgent turns. It’s almost as if he’s channeling old Hollywood here — reaching back to an era when audiences didn’t second-guess overblown courtroom speeches and questionable historical accuracy. This is a film that hasn’t aged well in our ever-more-cynical culture, but its heart is in the right place, and it still holds value for those who like their history with a spoonful of sugar.
21. The Sugarland Express (1974)
Runtime: 1 hr. 50 min.
Pitch: A husband and wife race across Texas with a police officer held hostage. The plan? There is none. The end game? They just want their kid back.
Cast: Goldie Hawn, Ben Johnson, William Atherton, and Michael Sacks.
Amblin’ Man: Spielberg was not yet Spielberg, and it’s admittedly kind of hard to see his interests in 1974. The snappy imagery and emphasis on humanity against sensationalism could be … wait yeah, it’s the parent and child relationship. Bad parents that wanna be good parents. There’s Spielberg. Right there.
Williams’ Wonder: Williams and Spielberg, together for the first time. Sorry if that sounds a little nerdy and overly ceremonious, but consider the following: Spielberg’s rarely left the composer since the two started working together on this. Yes, Spielberg’s worked with editor Michael Kahn just as many times, but this relationship’s much more famous and easily appreciable.
For their first trip, Williams crafted a heartfelt harmonica theme and slowly built out a mighty score from there. It’s a great evolution of sounds, starting simple and wistful and ending on a hearty orchestral swell that captures the film’s escalating drama. This is a great and under-appreciated beginning for Williams and Spielberg, forgotten by the film’s sidenote status in the director’s career. Although The Towering Inferno landed Williams an Oscar nomination in ’74, The Sugarland Express is, frankly, a much more interesting sound.
Apologies and fair warning, the clip is a little spoilery because YouTube wasn’t exactly crushing it with soundtrack audio.
True Crime: The Sugarland Express was loosely based on the real-life story of Ila Fae Holiday and Robert Dent kidnapping highway patrolman J. Kenneth Crone. How loose? Ila became Goldie Hawn’s Lou Jean Sparrow Poplin while Robert Dent became William Atherton’s Clovis Mitchell. There was no cute prison break in real life like the opening of the film — the real-life chase lasted a few hours, not a few days — but a ton of police cars did chase Dent and Holiday at slow speed throughout Texas in 1969. Dramatic embellishments and name changes aside, The Sugarland Express is like 75% accurate.
Hot Takes: Apparently, Hawn and Atherton’s acting styles didn’t really mesh on set. Hawn was a free-spirit natural and at her best on first takes, and the performance is like a fire cracker. Atherton, on the hand, was a thespian. He liked to evolve and complete his work over many takes. While there’s no reason to believe there was any animosity, what’s more interesting, and telling of Spielberg’s supposed gifts for multi-tasking, is how the director could time shots just right to get what he wanted. Spielberg would wait for Atherton’s best, then manage to get second wind from Hawn.
Analysis: The emotional output’s a little low on fuel at times, and the ending damn near spoils the movie, but The Sugarland Express feels overall like a fancy calling-card debut, a taste of greatness to come. Spielberg basically begged and scratched at David Brown and Richard Zanuck’s door for a chance to direct the film, and he didn’t waste the opportunity. Spielberg was on set, having breakfast with famed DP Vilmos Zsigmond every day, inventing wild shots and new ideas for how to film their chase epic.
The Sugarland Express is a noteworthy debut, arriving at a time in the ‘70s when big-time car films like Vanishing Point and Dirty Mary Crazy Larry were all the rage. Spielberg opted to strap cameras on cars in nifty new ways, focusing on heart, optimism, and panache over decade-typical moral ambiguity. Spielberg’s races occasionally get sidetracked in search of a happy ending, but it’s still a race nonetheless.
20. Empire of the Sun (1987)
Runtime: 2 hr. 33 min.
Pitch: In a film that combines Spielberg’s sense of childlike wonder with his personal interest in the horrors of World War II, young Jamie Graham (Christian Bale) is separated from his wealthy British parents in Shanghai and taken to a Japanese internment camp.
Cast: Christian Bale, John Malkovich, Miranda Richardson, and Nigel Havers
Amblin’ Man: Even when he’s probing the darkest parts of the human soul, Spielberg can’t help but shine a sentimental spotlight on things every once in awhile. In one of the film’s most touching scenes, Jamie witnesses a traditional kamikaze ritual at the POW camp and begins to sing the Welsh lullaby “Suo Gân”. The symbolism is a little heavy-handed here — He’s just an innocent boy! He doesn’t see the difference between a Japanese life and a British life! — but damn if it isn’t effective. Spielberg, you beautiful, manipulative man.
Williams’ Wonder: Williams can’t take credit for the most effective piece of music in the film (see above), but he did snag a Grammy for composing a sweeping orchestral score that uses “Suo Gân” as a reference point.
The Cadillac of Child Actors: Bale’s performance in this film continues to rank among his very best, which is crazy when you consider that he was only a child in his second starring role. Before you get too carried away on the Bale train, however, we should note that he never actually had the pipes of an angelic choirboy. Another British performer, James Rainbird, provided his singing voice.
Class Is in Session: If you were to teach just one of Spielberg’s movies in film school, this would probably be the one. Between the jarring-but-seamless shifts in emotion and the visual metaphors like Jim’s tiny toy plane, Empire of the Sun is an impeccably crafted tale of innocence lost, even if it does succumb to the schmaltz once or twice.
Analysis: Unlike Spielberg’s many other wartime films, Empire of the Sun focuses on the death and devastation from the perspective of a child. In this way, it can almost be viewed as the platonic ideal of a Steven Spielberg movie, as it’s the only entry in his catalog that effectively bridges the gap between the E.T.s and the Saving Private Ryans.
19. The Terminal (2004)
Runtime: 2 hr. 8 min.
Pitch: A traveler from the fictional country of Krakozhia discovers upon landing at JFK International that his home country has broken out in a civil war, leaving his passport invalid and him as a man without a nation to enter or return to. So he makes the best of a bad situation and takes up residence in the terminal in which he landed for most of the next year.
Cast: Tom Hanks, Catherine Zeta-Jones, Stanley Tucci, Diego Luna, Zoe Saldana, Chi McBride, and Kumar Pallana
Amblin’ Man: The “man without a home” idea is a little more muted here than usual; after all, the film is a dramedy with an emphasis on that first part. But Viktor Navorski is the consummate Spielberg character, a stranger from a far-off land who just wants to belong wherever he is. His unflappable calm and adaptive instinct in the face of Tucci’s cruel customs officer and his being stuck permanently in transit only make him stronger and more human, and isn’t that the key takeaway from any of the director’s work?
Williams’ Wonder: Not one of the composer’s more memorable outings. Given that Viktor’s mission involves his father’s obsession with jazz, there’s a lightness to some of Williams’ work here that’s unfortunately offset by some of his more maudlin, sentimental instincts. It’s a warm enough score for a perfectly innocuous movie, which should tell you a lot about both the score and the film.
A real terminal stay: Though Spielberg chose to only loosely base the film on actual events, and didn’t really cite the film’s unbelievable source material during its promotional push, The Terminal is based on the true story of Mehran Karimi Nasseri, an Iranian refugee who took up residence inside the De Gaulle Airport in France for 18 years after a legal wrangle left him a refugee without papers to actually enter France or any other country.
Viktor Takes Manhattan: The film’s lovely ending sees Viktor finally get the Benny Golson autograph he waited so long for, but without Amelia, whose gambit to get Viktor a one-day visa involved her returning to a past lover. Spielberg shot two endings, but for once resisted the urge to go with the most sentimental one, which would have seen Amelia accompany him into Manhattan. The one that ends the finished film winds up being the more effective, with Viktor’s quiet persistence resulting in an equally quiet moment of triumph.
Analysis: There’s always a kind of appeal to places of transit and transience that The Terminal ably captures. While the film as a whole sees Spielberg near his most precocious and relies heavily on Tom Hanks’ endearing qualities as an actor, the film understands the magic of even the things we take most for granted, the ones we rush past in a harried quest to make that plane on time. It’s a film composed almost entirely of small, fleeting conversations, chance meetings that end up meaning a lot to Viktor when it counts but are of little consequence to his larger journey in life. It’s a film about the in-between.
It’s also willing to indulge in just a little bit of sap to get there. Okay, maybe more than a little bit. The film verges on treacle at points, particularly in the tentative courtship between Viktor and Amelia, and Tucci’s officious airport heavy is such a cartoonish villain (through no fault of the actor’s) that the film is hard to take seriously at times. To simply call it “charming” and leave it there feels like backhanded praise, but there’s seemingly no better description for a movie that makes for pleasant viewing without ever really pushing forward in any meaningful way. So, yeah. It’s charming.
18. Bridge of Spies (2015)
Runtime: 2 hr. 22 min.
Pitch: A US attorney is secretly selected to represent a soviet spy and broker a deal with Soviet Union in East Berlin during the Cold War. Based on the secret, true story behind the 1960 Francis Gary Powers U-2 incident and the backdoor dealings that got Powers home.
Cast: Tom Hanks, Mark Rylance, and Alan Alda
Amblin’ Man: Spielberg went full-blown Ford with this thing. Judgement at Nuremberg-level social/historical/political optimism, and Bridge of Spies was better off for it. But nothing screams “why can’t we all get along” like the mature, confident Spielberg allowing his hero attorney (Tom Hanks) and soft-spoken spy (Mark Rylance) to just talk to one another. Really understand and appreciate one another’s difference. Dang, if only life and politics played out like this quiet scene.
Williams’ Wonder: Ha, sorry, Newman’s notes on this one. Scheduling and health intervened, forcing John Wiliams out as Spielberg’s regular music man, and famed composer Thomas Newman was asked to come in. The score’s lovely. Soft-spoken. Totally deserving of its Oscar nomination. But what’s more compelling is the close connection Newman has to Williams. It’s a story that’s far too complicated and curious to put here, but be sure to read the NPR interview with Newman from last fall. Anyway, Newman netted his 13th (!!!) nomination for Bridge of Spies. Didn’t win, but man the score’s really pleasantly somber. And this Spielberg guy, it’s like he demands great scores or something and consistently gets them.
To the Second Powers: It should come as no surprise that Francis Gary Powers’ story was eyed by Hollywood for some time. The story’s Le Carre light, basically. In 1965, Gregory Peck actually pursued it and got Alec Guiness on board as Rudolf Abel. MGM freaked, because, well, the pitch was presented at the height of Cold War tension. A total “too soon” for the studio.
Eight Is Enough: It’s wild to think Spielberg, a name with reasonably strong box office receipts, has recently lamented his inability to get movies made at big studios. In 2012, the director expressed frustration at how close he was to propping up Lincoln at HBO, sans-theatrical release given distributors’ weariness at the prospect of an Abe Lincoln film without explosions. Or vampire killing. But that got made by several studios and went on to make over $180 million domestic, with Oscars, so, raspberries. But Spielberg still has to hustle to make his films. Of all people. Audiences are almost used to tons of production company logos, but Bridge of Spies is the product of eight, EIGHT, different companies. It’s hard enough to split a bill among friends, let alone the budget of a legal thriller. If there was a CGI character, this wouldn’t be a problem, perhaps.
Analysis: Bridge of Spies looked like the sedate work of a grown man feeling comfortable enough to make a film as mindful forum for political philosophizing. And it was. And that tone, that often very subtle touch from a held-back Spielberg made Bridge of Spies an especially thoughtful and old-fashioned work. Beneath the hushed tensions of historical filigree, there’s room for small foot chases, witty one-liners, clever situations, assertive yet unshowy speechifying, and the overall sense that people are trying to do their best for what feels right in a very complicated time. How Libertarian. Kidding. But still, Bridge of Spies was of a special vintage, morally incorrupt and proud to be old style. Guided by a top-shelf Hanks performance that channeled Jimmy Stewart and Henry Fonda, and an Oscar-winning performance from Mark Rylance as the sensitive spy at the forefront of the film, Bridge of Spies is a wonderful late-period Spielberg effort.
17. Ready Player One (2018)
Runtime: 2 hr. 20 min.
Pitch: In the impoverished Earth of 2045, most people escape the drudgery of their real lives by entering the Oasis, an immersive virtual-reality environment where they can be anything they want to be. Wade Watts, aka Parzival (Tye Sheridan), is a lonely teen living in the slums of Columbus, Ohio, who, along with his fellow “Gunters,” hunts down clues to beating a series of difficult games and puzzles left by Oasis’ long-dead creator Halliday (Mark Rylance). In true Willy Wonka style, whoever finds the “Easter egg” Halliday hid in the game gets ownership of Oasis.
Cast: Tye Sheridan, Olivia Cooke, Ben Mendelsohn, Lena Waithe, and Mark Rylance
Amblin’ Man: Ready Player One calls on many of Spielberg’s typical modes – the run-down dystopia of Minority Report, the rollicking fantasy adventure of the Indiana Jones films – but there are a few scenes that hark back to the dreamlike futurism of A.I. These come mostly in the scenes at Halliday Journals, the library Parzival and crew use to pore through Halliday’s encyclopedically recorded life for clues. Watching 3D-recorded video of Halliday’s most vulnerable moments serves up a lot of opportunities for that patented Spielberg sentimentality.
Silvestri’s Spirit: Spielberg tapped Back to the Future scorer Alan Silvestri for composing duties this time around – for a movie so indebted to that film that the DeLorean is our protagonist’s primary mode of transportation, it’s a good choice. Silvestri’s signature bombast matches Williams’ note for note, and his brass-heavy scoring matches the unrelenting CGI busyness of Oasis’ ostentatious world. (Watch out for the player-less floating horn section that heralds one of Parzival’s first victories – a fitting shou-tout to Silvestri’s fanfare.)
Nostalgia Trip: Adapted from the novel by Ernest Cline, Ready Player One dabbles in the same post-modern nostalgia for ’80s and ’90s pop culture Cline’s book is famous for – after all, the big MacGuffin will be won by the person who remembers the same esoterica Halliday used to program his games. Luckily, Spielberg (along with Cline, who co-wrote the screenplay with Zak Penn) tones a lot of the pop culture baiting to a manageable level, taking a less self-righteous tone than Cline’s book. Still, nerds will be going through every frame of this film once it comes out on Blu-ray, obsessively cataloging each of the hundreds of pop-culture references and characters in the background. (Yes, that was indeed a Gundam jumping from the cargo bay of Serenity to fight MechaGodzilla.)
Anyway, Here’s Wonderwall: From its sweeping opening shot, zooming through all the different worlds Oasis is capable of, Spielberg’s debt to the CG-heavy world building of Avatar becomes clear. The game is a vast universe of desert planets, brand-specific environments (Minecraft World, anyone?) and zero-gravity dance clubs, with detailed video game characters that have the fidelity of the Na’vi while using their computer-generated artificiality as a feature, not a bug. They are, after all, video game characters in a video game world.
Analysis: Cline’s novel is more than a little controversial, especially leading up to this film’s release – is it an earnest, harmless ode to the stuff only ’90s kids will remember? Or does it unduly reward people with pop culture trivia by treating them like they’re unique and special for glomming onto corporate brands? Spielberg’s approach to the material is to lean heavily into the adventure story at its core, keeping the quest fast-paced and its characters surface-level charming. While this gives the irritating pop-culture worship some needed context, it doesn’t do much more with it than Spielberg schmaltz about getting off the computer once in a while. It’s nice to see Spielberg play in the sandbox of pop culture he played a huge role in creating, but it’s a shame he can’t work with material that’s a little less trite.
16. Indiana Jones and the Temple of Doom (1984)
Runtime: 1 hr. 58 min.
Pitch: Have you heard the one about the archaeologist (Ford), the nightclub singer (Kate Capshaw), and the Chinese boy (Ke Huy Quan) who stumble onto a remote Indian village? No? Oh, it’s a total hoot! One filled with crunchy bugs, hellish lava pits, open-heart surgery, and, yes, chilled monkey brains. Folks, prepare to meet Kali … in Hell!
Cast: Harrison Ford, Kate Capshaw, Amrish Puri, Roshan Seth, Philip Stone, and Ke Huy Quan
Amblin’ Man: Nowadays, we know Spielberg can get dark — like really, really, really dark (see: Schindler’s List; Saving Private Ryan; War of the Worlds), but when he reached Temple of Doom, he was only three years removed from his family-friendly whopper of a blockbuster, E.T. the Extra-Terrestiral. So, when audiences discovered he was bringing Indiana Jones back, few could have anticipated the macabre movie magic he would conjure up. A dude’s heart gets ripped out of his chest — while he’s still alive! Villains are torn apart by an army of killer crocodiles — while they’re still alive! Indy slaps a little boy — while he’s still… okay, you get it. Having said that, there are few heartwarming moments in the series that top this…
Williams’ Wonder: Remember that earlier entry (read: Crystal Skull) where I essentially said Williams had lost it. Hardly the case with Temple. No, the son of a bitch was on fire back in 1984, and it had nothing to do with Mola Ram. Fresh off of 1982’s E.T. and 1983’s Return of the Jedi, Williams came into the second entry with a fever. Unlike Raiders’ more meditative and mysterious themes, there’s a dangerous urgency to Temple that brilliantly parallels the source material. “Slave Children’s Crusade” storms ahead like a zombified elephant and you don’t even have to watch the film to see the kids in chains. “The Mine Car Chase” zigs and zags so much, it’s a miracle he didn’t lose any of his woodwind crew. Speaking of which, when I die, whoever buries me will be required to blare “The Temple of Doom” as my corpse is lowered into earth. Kali ma, shakthi deh!
Indiana Jones and the Temple of Bad Ideas? When Spielberg was initially sold on the project, bad boy George Lucas fibbed and said he had stories for three films. Once Raiders came and went, Stevie quickly learned that his pal Georgie was running empty on ideas. Even worse, screenwriter Lawrence Kasdan refused to return, knowing damn well they planned on trekking down darker trails for reasons we’ll discuss later. So, Lucas and Spielberg, alongside scribes Willard Huyck and Gloria Katz, started spitballing, and boy did they hock up some loogies: a hidden valley of dinosaurs, a virginal princess sidekick, and a haunted castle in Scotland. Eventually, the latter suggestion evolved into the Indian temple we know and fear today.
“For Crying Out Loud, There’s a Kid in the Theater!” Watching Robert Shaw get chewed apart in Jaws? Rated G. Watching a poor schmuck get his heart ripped out of his chest in Temple? Rated R! At least that’s what many frightened parents demanded back in the early ’80s. Because Hollywood wasn’t about to close the door to its most lucrative demographic — the children! — the MPAA commissioned a new rating: the dreadful PG-13. So around July of 1984, some two months after Temple of Doom hit theaters, anyone under the age of 13 would need to go around looking for their mommies. Mummies.
Analysis: Okay, so around this time, both Spielberg and Lucas became bachelors, having separated from their girlfriend and wife, respectively. That bleak outlook certainly informed Temple, or maybe it just confirmed Lucas’ notion that the second sequel needed to be dark, much like 1980’s The Empire Strikes Back. Whatever the case, their behind-the-scenes grief worked wonders for the Indiana Jones franchise. By tinkering with the genres and sprinkling a little dark magic, Spielberg offered a surprising sequel that didn’t just thrill but spook.
Upon its release, Leonard Maltin complained in his two-star review that the film “never gives us a chance to breathe.” That’s a good thing, though; the stakes have never been higher for Indy: When he fails, he really fails. However, when he succeeds, you can’t help but stand up and throw invisible punches like Willie Scott does later in the film. By the way, Spielberg would go on to marry the loudmouth herself a few years later, which might be the most Spielbergian facet of the entire production. Now you understand the power of this film. You say, “Yes, I understand.”
15. Lincoln (2012)
Runtime: 2 hr. 30 min.
Pitch: A biopic/war drama about the passing of the Thirteenth Amendment of the US Constitution, Lincoln follows, well, Abe Lincoln (Daniel Day-Lewis) as he navigates the murky political waters of a nation divided and a Congress unwilling to act to restore the Union. As the Civil War rages and tensions run high, Lincoln and his allies must find a way to achieve their political goals, end the war, and bring everyone home. In the meantime, we see the tensions and pressures placed on Lincoln by all sides.
Cast: Daniel Day-Lewis, Sally Field, David Strathairn, Joseph Gordon-Levitt, James Spader, Hal Holbrook, and Tommy Lee Jones
Amblin’ Man: One of the very first shots of Lincoln introduces the titular figure in suitably legendary form. Starting on two Negro soldiers proudly listing their accomplishments and answering the President’s questions, Spielberg slowly pulls out from the soldiers’ gaze until we see Lincoln from over his shoulder. Obscuring this legendary figure, and introducing him through the loving gaze of his followers, invites us to see Day-Lewis’ portrayal of the character with equal reverence.
Williams’ Wonder: One of Williams’ more sedate scores for Spielberg, Lincoln is short on bombast and long on solemnity. While most of the score won’t leave you humming for days afterward, Williams’ primary titular theme feels suitably patriotic and stirring, befitting the figure it is meant to represent.
I Say Aye, Mr. McPherson! While much of Lincoln’s praise makes it seem like The Daniel Day-Lewis Show, not enough credit is given to the stellar cast of character actors that comprise the film’s ensemble. From Tommy Lee Jones’ prickly Thaddeus Stevens, to James Spader’s James Spader-y William N. Bilbo, to Sally Field’s fiery but fragile Mary Todd, the whole cast of Lincoln holds their own quite well opposite Day-Lewis’ scene-stealing performance.
“I Love That Story”: One of the most striking elements of Day-Lewis’ performance is its paternalism and warmth. In addition to taking Abe’s voice an octave higher than his own to match historical accounts, Day-Lewis infused Lincoln with a folksy charm and a willingness to regale his men with one story after another. (This habit culminates in a wonderful bit of comedy, when Edwin Stanton throws up his hands at Lincoln’s entrance and leaves the room, shouting, “You’re going to tell one of your stories! I can’t stand to hear another one of your stories!”)
Analysis: Coming right smack dab in the middle of Spielberg’s late-period run of historical dramas, Lincoln stands out as one of the better examples of this period of his career. Centered around a tremendous, transformative Daniel Day-Lewis performance, Lincoln focused less on a man’s journey throughout his life than the moments that would come to define him in death – the passing of the Thirteenth Amendment.
Filtering everything through a warm, comforting sepia, Spielberg’s take on the Civil War is suitably populist and comforting: Viewers can take solace knowing exactly how everything will end, Lincoln’s infinite patience and calm guiding the audience through one of the more tumultuous times in our country’s history. Apart from a few stylistic choices (Day-Lewis’ performance skews more to historical fact than the common perception of Honest Abe), Spielberg’s Lincoln is safe as can be, and that’s not necessarily a problem for storytelling this assured.
We’ll let Spielberg coast a bit here.
14. A.I.: Artificial Intelligence (2001)
Runtime: 2 hr. 26 min.
Pitch: In a futuristic society, the android David is programmed to know a child’s unconditional love. But David isn’t your everyday android, even if his suspicious first family has a hard time telling the difference. When they’re forced to set him free under threat of decommissioning David, the boy enters the real world and learns what a cruel place it can be to humans and androids alike.
Cast: Haley Joel Osment, Jude Law, Frances O’Connor, William Hurt, Brendan Gleeson, Meryl Streep, and Sam Robards
Amblin’ Man: For a project that didn’t start in Spielberg’s hands, the finished iteration of A.I. falls squarely within the director’s wheelhouse. Just consider that controversial final coda (more on that shortly). After a long journey through a cruel world, and the seemingly bleak realization that there really is no Blue Fairy to come and make his dreams come true, David ends up becoming the special boy he always believed he was, if in a decidedly unconventional way. And even if it’s fleeting, largely untrue, and only for a day, David finally gets to know his mother’s unconditional love in return. It’s Spielbergian sentiment, with a necessarily cynical varnish.
Williams’ Wonder: Another score, another Oscar nom for the composer. Here, Williams takes his compositions in a starker direction, with the occasional swell of foreboding horns over his typically warm melodies. He ably captures the chasm between the technologically enlightened, advanced society of the film’s early scenes and the anti-robot horrorshow of the larger, more open world. Accordingly, there are even a few industrial sounds to offset the warm, natural tones, including the point at which Ministry shows up in the film.
Filmmaker to Filmmaker: As most know, A.I. began in the ‘70s as an adaptation of Brian Aldiss’ short story Super-Toys Last All Summer Long, originally a project for Stanley Kubrick. Kubrick apparently always referred to the film as Pinocchio, which explains a lot; the film is nothing if not a bleak, wearily modern take on that tale. Kubrick waited for years for film technology to catch up with him, with Spielberg on board as a producer, and it was Jurassic Park that convinced him serious work could begin in the mid-‘90s. But Kubrick doubled his efforts on Eyes Wide Shut until he died in 1999, at which point the director’s family approached Spielberg to finish the project. It’s also Spielberg’s first solo screenwriting credit since Close Encounters of the Third Kind.
A Further Word on That Ending: It’s been widely acknowledged that there’s a likely point where Kubrick’s story might have ended and that A.I. overstays that point by a few extra minutes. Everybody from Aldiss to Roger Ebert made note of this; the latter observed that “…the movie’s conclusion is too facile and sentimental, given what has gone before.” (For what it’s worth, it also eventually made it into his Great Movies essays.) It’s a jarring tonal shift given the Flesh Farm and the other nightmares that come before, but it’s more effective than you may recall. After all, it’s not like David ever gets back to Monica. He gets the satisfaction of a simulation giving him everything he wants, which is rich with irony given that all David ever wanted was to be a simulation that gave Monica everything he thought she wanted. It’s delivered with the director’s signature sentiment, but the futuristic isolation and irony are still pure Kubrick.
Analysis: A.I. is a film of portions. Each act almost feels like its own film, which has only bolstered the film’s reputation as a project started by one iconic filmmaker and finished by another with a very different style. But for a movie released in the middle of summer during the end (or at least climax) of blockbuster filmmaking’s halcyon days, it’s a daring, intellectual endeavor, a futuristic sci-fi film that builds a truly unique world and uses it to comment on everything from racism and intolerance to familial love to the pain of time passing by.
For as well-remembered as Haley Joel Osment would go on to be for staring at ghosts, his work here is even more striking. Kubrick avoided the project for years because of his belief that a child actor could not convey the necessary emotional range needed to bring David to life, but the young actor more than ably captures the ache of trying to please a parent who never will be and learning how vicious the world can be to the weakest within it. It’s essential to the film’s success that David never truly goes home; as he transcends humanity, he transcends its constraints of time and memory. David never has to forget, and he never has to get old. Until he wants to.
13. Indiana Jones and the Last Crusade (1989)
Runtime: 2 hr. 8 min.
Pitch: It’s Father’s Day for the Jones family, and the Nazis are invited. Marcus Brody, Sallah, and the Holy Grail also RSVP’d.
Cast: Harrison Ford, Sean Connery, Alison Doody, Denholm Elliott, Julian Glover, River Phoenix, and John Rhys-Davies
Amblin’ Man: It was only a matter of time before Spielberg whipped a parent-child storyline into the Indiana Jones franchise. He came close with Temple of Doom — namely, Indy’s paternalistic bond with Short Round — but up until Last Crusade there really wasn’t much room for a dynamic family subplot. And so, he went hog wild with this one, lacing plenty of familial angst to give some further pathos to our man of adventure.
Now, there are a number of stirring Spielberg signatures, and the miraculous climax certainly comes to mind, but watching Indy’s father briefly struggle with the notion that he lost his son is the kind of scene that sold the world on Spielberg. How he’s at the same time able get away with Ford’s physical comedy is why said world considers him The Greatest.
Williams’ Wonder: Whimsical is one way to describe Williams’ work for Last Crusade. These compositions are bouncy and fun, to the point that the score starts sounding like a classical pop album. Look no further than the ebbs and flows of his 12-minute opus, “Indy’s First Adventure”, a meandering journey that starts out ominous before cascading into Western flirtations that tickle and jump around. There’s still plenty of danger (“Ah, Rats!!!”, “Escape from Venice”), it’s just peppered with lighthearted turns (“Alarm”) and smarmy punchlines (“No Ticket”). That’s fine, though, because when he wants to be majestic (“The Penitent Man Will Pass”), he really gets majestic (“Finale/End Credits”). Another must-own score.
“Jones. Henry Jones.”: Casting Sean Connery, only two years removed from his firecracker performance in Brian DePalma’s The Untouchables, was a clutch move by Spielberg. His presence adds an intriguing weight to Last Crusade that few sequels ever grasp, and it’s his natural chemistry with Ford that allows the franchise to indulge in a little more comedy. It’s a reunion story and everyone loves a good reunion story, which is why it’s such a joy watching the father and son bond over killing Nazis.
The Last Boy Scout: Likewise, the late River Phoenix was also a bold piece of casting. As a younger Indy, Phoenix nails all of Ford’s trademarks and mannerisms, especially that bruised scowl of his, and it’s great how Spielberg introduces him with a little subversion — masterful, really. Granted, he’s only in the film for 10 minutes, but few would have argued if he took over the film altogether. Sadly, the closest we ever got to that concept was ABC’s hit-or-miss series, The Young Indiana Jones Chronicles.
“He chose … poorly.”:
Analysis: When Indy and the gang ride off into the sunset, it’s almost as if Spielberg was right there with them, leaving behind an era of his life that began with 1975’s Jaws. Of course, he would release Jurassic Park three years later and further solidify himself as the industry’s inimitable blockbuster director, but he was already a different filmmaker by then, only a year away from his Oscar-winning epic, Schindler’s List. Which is why Last Crusade can arguably be viewed as a passionate and heartfelt love letter to genre filmmaking, one that arrived at the tail end of a rollercoaster decade and tipped off a more cynical era.
12. Munich (2005)
Runtime: 2 hr. 44 min.
Pitch: A brainy, morally complex, and multi-layered spin on the classic revenge story, Munich tells the mostly true story of Operation Wrath of God, the Israeli government’s retaliation to the Munich massacre at the 1972 Summer Olympics. There, the Palestine Liberation Organization’s Black September organization brutally killed 11 Israeli athletes. In response, the Israelis dispatch a small group of assassins to hunt down and kill each participating member of Black September.
Cast: Eric Bana, Daniel Craig, Ciarán Hinds, Mathieu Kassovitz, Hanns Zischler, and Geoffrey Rush
Amblin’ Man: Munich isn’t what anyone would call “magical.” There’s no pockets of awe or wonder; rather, many of Munich’s most resonant visuals center around the film’s brutal depiction of violence, which is integral to its themes. Still, many of Spielberg’s signature techniques are on display: match cuts, sideways tracking shots, and a clever incorporation of mirrors and reflections.
There’s one shot in particular that resonates for me: a naked corpse in a darkened hotel room, his face illuminated by a perfect circle of light. Spielberg’s always known how to create frames within a frame, and there’s something so eerie and haunting about the emphasis he pulls to the dead man’s face.
Williams’ Wonder: Williams’ work on Munich isn’t the kind you’ll find yourself humming post-viewing. Like the film, it’s heavy and atmospheric, layered in funereal strings and otherworldly vocals. It’s certainly stirring and went on to be nominated for both an Academy Award and a Grammy Award, though it won neither.
The Right Playwright Screenwriter Eric Roth penned Munich’s first draft, but it was Pulitzer-winning playwright Tony Kushner (Angels in America, Homebody/Kabul) who put the finishing touches on it with his rewrites. Spielberg always wanted Kushner to work on the movie, but apparently Kushner felt it was too complicated of a subject for him to tackle for his first screenplay. After adapting his Angels in America for HBO, however, he felt more confident in taking the job. And he was certainly a smart choice — Kushner’s work has always been actively political and morally complex, especially in the realms of Jewish identity.
Inspired by True Events How true? Munich was adapted from the 1984 book Vengeance by George Jonas, who built the story around the words and experiences of Yuval Aviv, the basis for protagonist Avner Kaufman. The Israeli intelligence community denies the story’s validity, but Aviv remains steadfast in his recollection.
Analysis: Munich feels like Spielberg in terms of scope and grandeur, but it also resonates as a bit of an outlier, if only for how impenetrable it feels at times. Despite having such heavy themes, films like Saving Private Ryan and Schindler’s List retain an innate watchability thanks to their relatable characters and steady pace. Munich, however, feels cloaked in a cloud of smog, its characters rarely transcending the film’s murky milieu.
Power through that, however, and you’re left with one of Spielberg’s most thought-provoking films. Questions about nationalism, humanity, and terrorism are tossed about and chewed on, but intriguingly (and inevitably) left unanswered. And, unlike the aforementioned films, Munich doesn’t even leave much room for individual redemption. If the system is this fucked, the film seems to say, we’re all fucked.
11. Catch Me if You Can (2002)
Runtime: 2 hr. 21 min.
Pitch: Frank Abagnale (Leonardo DiCaprio), a talented young forger, leads the FBI on a years-long witch hunt from New York to the skies to Georgia to France, with a dogged agent constantly on his trail.
Cast: Leonardo DiCaprio, Tom Hanks, Christopher Walken, Nathalie Baye, Amy Adams, Martin Sheen, and James Brolin
Amblin’ Man: Here’s that estranged family relationship again. After all, it’s seemingly the decline of Frank’s parents’ marriage that gently scoots him into a life of crime. Frank Sr. (Walken) exists mostly in phone calls and reminiscence, despite having arguably more of an influence on Frank’s life than anybody else, and the film’s core relationship isn’t between Frank and either of his parents, but between Frank and Carl (Hanks).
By the time Frank calls Carl on Christmas night, under the auspices of an apology but really just to talk, it’s clear the kid is out of his depth and just needs a friend. What’s more Spielbergian than the idealistic, reluctant friendship between a national thief and the federal agent out to catch him?
Williams’ Wonder: This is an interesting departure for the composer, who leaves many of his warmer tones behind in favor of a debonair, mid-century jazz tempo with touches of elegant melancholy throughout. It’s as indebted to the upbeat sounds of big bands as anything, and in that way Williams’ work here captures the mania of Frank’s endless escapes and evasions and the terror of them all having been perpetrated by a brilliant, scared kid on the run and without anybody to really call a family. The film’s staccato jazz bursts are a huge part of its era-specific charms.
Hot Projects: Catch Me If You Can had a number of filmmakers attached before Spielberg ultimately stepped in to take over. At various points, Gore Verbinski, Lasse Hallstrom, Cameron Crowe, Milos Forman, and David Fincher were all considered for the task. And to look at that list is to see all the places the film could have gone in different hands: too maudlin, too natural, too dark. That the film capably hits its emotional beats without ever descending into outright sap is an impressive feat.
A Story of Thievery: Does Frank Abagnale’s life story sound too wild to be true? It may just be, at least in part. In 1980, the book of same name about Abagnale’s exploits was published and formed the basis of Spielberg’s adaptation. But some key details are worked around, including the repeated attempts Abagnale made to escape after surrendering to the FBI. And while the man himself contributed to the writing of the book, he later acknowledged that it was hardly an autobiography and instead more of a true-crime story. The details are there, but disputed; many of the institutions Frank duped over the years have divergent, face-saving versions of the same stories.
Analysis: Catch Me If You Can works so terrifically as a fleet-footed caper that it’s sometimes easy to forget what an uneasy and often lonely film it is. That’s hardly to say that the film is without a sense of fun; Spielberg fits into the crime dramedy with surprising ease, if anything. The film is obsessed with its period details, from the Pan Am flights of Frank’s early work to the gentle late-night conversations between Frank and Carl that recall the star-crossed love stories of yore. There’s something that feels quintessentially Old Hollywood about the film, in a way few directors could have matched.
Sure, there’s a certain irony to the film ultimately serving as a celebration of gentleman thieves, in the way Carl so often attempts to rail against, but it’s a loving one, an acknowledgement that people like Frank don’t just rise to the top of their craft because of skill. Con artistry is a game of charms as much as anything, and there aren’t many check forgers as singularly likable as Frank Abagnale. He’s a criminal, but the kind who’d never actually aim to hurt anybody, though he does along the way. (After all, it was his doomed love affair with Amy Adams that initially put the actress on the map. She’s devastating in her own way in a very brief appearance.) Frank keeps running, because he must, and because wherever he goes, Carl will be there. There’s comfort in the familiar.
10. The Color Purple (1985)
Runtime: 2 hr. 33 min.
Pitch: Witness 40 years in the life of a black southern woman, slowly but surely coming into her own as she braves abuse, neglect, heartbreak, and men in her tumultuous life in Georgia.
Cast: Danny Glover, Desreta Jackson, Margaret Avery, Oprah Winfrey, Adolph Caesar, Rae Dawn Chong, and Whoopi Goldberg
Amblin’ Man: In the grand tradition of Spielberg testing then rewarding his viewers, Celie (Whoopi Goldberg) finally leaves Albert, the hands that brought her pain on a daily basis. And Celie leaves Albert proud, emboldened, and strong. It’s incredibly rewarding, the best kind of emotional uplift, and Spielberg using his powers for patience and sentiment to his absolute best.
Quincy’s Quest: Quincy Jones, famed mega producer of such hits as Thriller and the theme from Sanford & Son (no joke, that thing’s like the best TV theme ever), used his clout to bring Alice Walker’s seminal novel to the big screen, and his input was key. He produced the film, sought Spielberg, and took over composing duties himself, because why not?
Jones composed music that gave Spielberg’s film a soulful, Southern vibe. At times rickety and old-fashioned, and at others, deeply melodic and huge sounding, Jones made a damn decent fill-in for Spielberg mainstay John Williams, adding an authenticity and experiential earnestness to The Color Purple’s sounds. Jones would net Oscar nominations for both Original Score and Original Song, specifically for “Miss Celie’s Blues (Sister)”.
The Color Spielberg: Jones hounded Spielberg for the job, and the already Oscar-winning director initially turned the project down. Spielberg, playing it safe, felt he wasn’t qualified to depict the African American experience and suggested Jones find a director of color, and Jones pushed back, asking if an alien was best suited to direct E.T. the Extra-Terrestrial. Spielberg caved and wound up with perhaps his most challenging exercise in empathy on film.
Some critics balked at Spielberg helming a very specific experience like The Color Purple, but the director earned many plaudits for his care and consideration. Perhaps most unexpectedly, that cowboy of cinema Oliver Stone made a bracing defense of Spielberg to Playboy in 1988, citing that a story this important and eye-opening wouldn’t have been made had Spielberg not been attached.
Harpo: This is the tiniest detail, but it’s so worth noting. Harpo productions? The name of Oprah Winfrey’s multi-million-dollar media empire? It’s Oprah’s name spelled backwards. Okay, that’s not too exciting. But! It’s the name of Mister Albert’s (Danny Glover) son in The Color Purple. Put that one on your trivia card.
Analysis: The Color Purple managed to nab an impressive 11 Oscar nominations and didn’t win a single damn one of them. (Out of Africa, you boring Oscar hog.) But you know what, the Academy rarely gets these things on the money, and The Color Purple is an audacious act of humanity that grows richer and more moving with every passing year. The quality, the compassion, it’s always been there, and what Spielberg brought forth was nothing short of a masterpiece. The acting, the staging, the whole human endeavor was beyond superlative here.
It’s a film with a deep heart, a willingness to gaze long at human existence’s nastier side – racism, battering women, pedophilia, the plight of just being born a woman let alone black in early 20th century America – and actually find a semblance of hope. Hope against impossibility. Hope for a better life. Hope for one wonderful woman named Celie and her quest for herself in the most trying times. The Color Purple is intense and meaningful filmmaking elevated by Spielberg’s very sympathetic eyes and ears. Spielberg was willing to immerse himself in a story that has always deserved to be told.
09. Poltergeist (1982)
Runtime: 1 hr. 54 min.
Pitch: When the all-American Freeling family move into a nice brownstone in Orange County, things start to go awry when they find out their house has been built over an Indian burial ground. All manner of creepy crawlies, shaking walls, and static-filled TVs haunt the unprepared family, leaving them to consult a spiritual medium (Zelda Rubinstein) to oust the demon and rescue their little girl, who has been sucked into their dimension.
Cast: JoBeth Williams, Craig T. Nelson, and Beatrice Straight
Amblin’ Man: If you’re looking for a strong, Spielbergian image, there’s nothing more iconic about Poltergeist than the chilling silhouette of little Carol Anne kneeling close to her static-filled television, pressing against the screen with her hands. Where most Spielberg films inspire awe in their young characters, this one turns that idea on its heels – making us fear what will happen to the child if they get too close to what fascinates them.
Golden Goldsmith: Funny enough, Williams didn’t do the score here – this time, it was Williams’ sci-fi contemporary Jerry Goldsmith. Even so, Goldsmith turns in some fine work, even nabbing a nomination for Best Original Score for his chilling cacophony of strings and horns that wouldn’t actually feel out of place if penned by Williams himself.
This House Is Not Clean: Almost as famous as the Poltergeist film is the “Poltergeist curse,” in which many of the film’s cast and crew have met untimely deaths, and others claimed the set itself was haunted. This has led many to speculate that the film’s curse was real, but we’re not one to believe in ghost stories … are we?
They’re Heeeere: The Oscar-nominated special effects for Poltergeist remain some of the flat-out coolest practical and optical effects in all horror history. From throwing the set on a rotisserie to flinging JoBeth Williams around her bedroom to the pants-crappingly scary Hellmouth in Carol Anne’s closet, the tactile nature of Poltergeist’s scares contributes to its lasting appeal.
Analysis: Okay, okay, so it’s not technically a Spielberg film – Tobe Hooper is credited as director – but Spielberg’s hands are so obviously all over this classic that we couldn’t help but include it. All the classic Spielbergian tics are there, from the average American family caught up in forces beyond their understanding, the emphasis on familial bonds and solidarity as a means to combat evil, and the incredible sense of wonder mixed with deep-seated terror as the Freeling family fights off the “Beast.”
On top of all that, Poltergeist is just downright scary, turning the perception of suburban safety on its head in some of the most terrifying ways. So many images and quotes from this film have turned iconic – from the diminutive Rubinstein’s creepy performance to little Carol Anne’s creepy cry of “They’re heeeere.” Even without the directorial credit, Poltergeist remains a strong Spielberg effort.
08. Minority Report (2002)
Runtime: 2 hr. 25 min.
Pitch: In the far-flung future of 2054, Washington D.C. has found a way to eliminate crime entirely – by using psychics known as “pre-cogs” to predict impending crime and stop it before it starts. However, when PreCrime Captain John Anderton (Tom Cruise) is implicated by the precogs to commit a murder, he must run from the law and determine why (or even if) he will kill in the future.
Cast: Tom Cruise, Colin Farrell, Samantha Morton, and Max von Sydow
Amblin’ Man: Apart from shots of people staring majestically into the middle distance, Spielberg’s style is also notable for interesting uses of foreground objects framing characters in the shot. Take the early scene when Arye Gross’ character is being apprehended – Spielberg shows him in the background with the “halo” suppression device held in front of the lens by a PreCrime officer, perfectly capturing him in the circle. It’s a small moment, but indicative of Spielberg’s mastery of shot composition.
Williams’ Wonder: Williams’ work in Minority Report is pretty much par for the course for his adventure scoring, contrasting bursts of staccato horns with arpeggio-happy strings to follow the fast-paced action. “Everybody Runs” and “Anderton’s Great Escape” are cues typical of the effective, thrilling cues he wrote for the film.
Phillip K. Dick Move: Spielberg is often more concerned with offering visceral thrills and comfortable, straightforward narratives, but the Hitchcockian twists and turns of Minority Report offer more complex philosophical questions than he often overtly provides. The question of “are you guilty of a crime if you haven’t committed it yet?” is a fascinating one, a question which Spielberg isn’t shy about exploring. While the protagonist largely comes away unscathed, the way this thriller plays out remains suitably mind-bending.
Pre-Cogging the Future: Most notable among Minority Report’s accomplishments was its eye-catching use of near-futuristic technology – targeted holographic ads, the legendary gesture-based user interfaces, and more are seamlessly integrated into the film, leaving an impression that would help usher us into our smartphone-riddled present.
Analysis: After the critical divisiveness over A.I., it was curious to see Spielberg dip back into the futurism well with his very next feature; however, Minority Report quickly became one of the master’s best sci-fi films. Spielberg and crew managed to craft a wholly unique and fascinating vision of the future, extrapolating from Philip K. Dick’s story and amping up the action to a fever pitch.
Cruise is an excellent lead for these kinds of cerebral, high-concept thrillers, and Spielberg uses him well as an everyman caught in the middle of an impossible situation. Not only does the film’s future world look incredible, it manages to explore the ethical and philosophical implications of free will and destiny in equal balance with fast-paced action and a demented sense of humor.
We don’t need to read the tea leaves to know that Minority Report will endure as one of the best sci-fi thrillers of the 21st century.
07. Jurassic Park (1993)
Runtime: 2 hr. 7 min.
Pitch: Sixty-five million years later, dinosaurs return to roam the Earth, thanks to a billionaire (Sir Richard Attenborough) and his small team of genetic scientists (featuring B.D. Wong) who have opened up a wildlife park full of cloned prehistoric monsters. It’s based on that novel you read at the beach last summer by Michael Crichton.
Cast: Sam Neill, Laura Dern, Jeff Goldblum, Richard Attenborough, Bob Peck, Martin Ferrero, B.D. Wong, Samuel L. Jackson, Wayne Knight, Joseph Mazzello, and Ariana Richards
Amblin’ Man: As with any adaptation, there were a number of changes as the story evolved from Crichton’s best-selling novel to David Koepp’s impeccable screenplay. Attenborough’s John Hammond wound up being more of a naïve visionary than a corporate schmuck; Martin Ferrero’s Donald Gennaro became a “bloodsucking lawyer” as opposed to the raptor nest-searching barrister; and Jeff Goldblum’s rock ‘n’ roll chaos scientist Ian Malcolm warded off death.
But out of all the shake-ups, it was Dr. Alan Grant who really had a complete makeover, going from a portly, bearded, and amicable paleontologist who has zero problems with kids — after all, they love dinosaurs — to Sam Neill’s reclusive introvert who wants nothing to do with Tim and Lex. There’s perhaps nothing more Spielbergian than this switch, and it’s how he comes to accept and care for Hammond’s grandkids that adds so much sentimentality to Jurassic Park.
As such, Spielberg stamps his name over every scene involving Grant, Lex, and Tim, though especially after their epic escape from the Tyrannosaurus rex and a Ford Explorer. When the three climb back into the trees to fall asleep — you know, where they’ll soon be woken up by a snotty Brachiosaurus — Spielberg joyously revisits his glory days in the suburbs of E.T., rightfully capitalizing on his magnetic (and highly lucrative) blend of heart and wonder.
Williams’ Wonder: Look, I’m going to go out on a very, very thin and flimsy limb and say that Jurassic Park is the last signature score in Williams’ repertoire. Yes, that’s a totally hyperbolic hot take, drenched in pretension. Yes, I’m fully aware of his dynamite contributions to Schindler’s List, Saving Private Ryan, Catch Me If You Can, and the first few Harry Potter films. Yes, I know his awards and accolades say otherwise. But really, how many post-Jurassic Park compositions have resonated worldwide? How many are so irrefutably connected to its source material? Okay, I’ll give you the Potter theme. Maybe “Duel of Fates”. But as for a collective score? There really hasn’t been one as substantial and iconic as Jurassic Park.
If you go beyond the signature theme and dig deeper into the actual album, it’s impossible not to marvel at how every track both co-exists and stands apart from one another. We can sit here all day and applaud Spielberg for turning Crichton’s novel into movie magic, but not one scene would work without Williams’ handiwork. The perilous intrigue of “Hatching Baby Raptor”, the looming danger of “Incident at Isla Nublar”, the heart-pounding jungle rhythms of “Dennis Steals the Embryo”, and the eerie nostalgia of “Remembering Petticoat Lane” are just a handful of timeless, varied selections that elicit the oohs and aahs of Jurassic Park. Then later, as you know, there’s running and, um, screaming.
Hold On to Your Cast: Standing ovation please for Janet Hirshenson and Jane Jenkins. The two are directly responsible for the still-underrated cast of Jurassic Park. Today, there’s not one Hollywood studio that would allow this alternative ensemble to handle a tentpole of this magnitude. Yet somehow Spielberg’s $63 million production was led by The Guy from Dead Calm (Neill), David Lynch’s Muse (Laura Dern), BrundleFly (Goldblum), and the director of Gandhi (Attenborough). It’s unreal, but that’s what makes the film so unassuming, and that goes double for its stakes. For instance, do you really think Chris Pratt is gonna eat it in Jurassic World? Of course not. He’s a Hunkasaurus Rex. But everyone’s potential lunch meat in Jurassic Park.
And while that’s part of the fun, that’s also why the characters are so memorable. By not having a flashy cast — originally, Spielberg wanted Ford for Grant (as if we wouldn’t see him as Indy under that tan fedora) — there’s a human element to the ensemble that’s non-existent in so many blockbusters that over-invest in star power. You believe in their professions, you trust their judgments, and you understand their errors. When they all come together to eat whatever the hell they’re eating in that swanky lunchroom on Isla Nublar, you actually feel like they’ve flown in from all parts of the world. So, as the theme park starts falling apart, it’s just as intriguing seeing how they start banding together as it is watching the dinosaurs tear ’em apart.
Spare No Expense: Over two decades later, the effects behind Jurassic Park still hold up. Actually, scratch that, they’re still a cut above the rest. There are dozens of reasons why Jurassic World failed to re-capture its predecessor’s magic last year, ranging from a shoddy screenplay to its annoying cardboard characters, but above all else, it never once made the dinosaurs come to life. Blame it on the loss of founder Stan Winston, who passed away back in 2008, or the way blockbusters are swiftly patched together these days, but Industrial Light & Magic simply couldn’t live up to its name.
With Jurassic Park, however, they convinced the entire world that dinosaurs existed again. Much of this has to do with the divine geniuses behind the scenes — ahem, the aforementioned Winston, stop-motion wunderkind Phil Tippett, and visual effects wizard Dennis Muren — and how Spielberg’s hands-on ingenuity — for instance, he founded DTS for this production, which came up with every roar, squeal, and crash — resulted in nothing but class. But a lot of it also boiled down to genuine research, specifically how world-renown paleontologist Jack Horner consulted each and every design.
We’ll let Dr. Ray Stantz handle it from here…
Analysis: Even now, Jurassic Park remains the go-to blockbuster blueprint for studios everywhere, and the number of imitations have never stopped rolling out of Hollywood — and for good reason. Spielberg’s sci-fi adventure impressed everyone upon its release and stuck around in theaters for months and months, becoming a global phenomenon that tapped into the imagination of adults and children everywhere.
Outside of its cultural significance, it’s also a damn good movie, teeming with quality and sweltering with suspense that still connects with today’s ADHD audiences. As a not-so-proud 32-year-old, I can safely say Jurassic Park was the closest my generation ever had to Star Wars, and on certain rainy days, I’d argue it was even bigger. After all, who hasn’t obsessed over dinosaurs at some point in their lives?
Better yet, who ever stops?
06. Saving Private Ryan (1998)
Runtime: 2 hr. 49 min.
Pitch: In the aftermath of the Normandy Landings, a group of grizzled US soldiers are tasked with tracking down a young paratrooper whose three brothers have all been killed in action.
Cast: Tom Hanks, Edward Burns, Matt Damon, Tom Sizemore, Ed Burns, Barry Pepper, Vin Diesel, Giovanni Ribisi, Adam Goldberg, and Jeremy Davies
Amblin’ Man: One theme that’s resonated throughout a number of Spielberg’s films is the absence of a father figure. That’s not particularly an overriding theme in Saving Private Ryan, but it does, in its own peculiar way, color the memorable monologue of T-4 Medic Wade (Giovanni Ribisi). As distant explosions light up the night sky, Wade tells his comrades a curiously esoteric story about how, as a child, he’d pretend to sleep whenever his mom, who worked late, would check on him when she got him.
He regrets it now, as there’s a very good chance he’ll never see her again, and one of the film’s most heartrending moments unfolds as he cries out for her as he bleeds out the next day. Yeah, it’s not about a distant father, but rather the love of a mother and the worry that we never quite appreciated them enough for their love and sacrifice. Truly heartbreaking.
Williams’ Wonder: Saving Private Ryan was already gonna be loud — gunfire and grenades are a soundtrack unto themselves. It’s wise, then, that Williams chose to leave music out of the fight sequences almost entirely. Instead, his string- and brass-laden score is reserved for moments of contemplation between the battles, where the human story at the center of this epic is being told.
Passion Project: Spielberg himself called Saving Private Ryan a passion project, as his own father was a WWII veteran. Part of his passion, and one that was at odds with his status as a Hollywood hit-maker, was to ensure that the horrors of war were authentically rendered. That’s why when the film’s graphic violence was contested in countries like India, Malaysia, and Singapore, Spielberg stuck to his guns, no pun intended, refusing to compromise. He’s said that even if the film were stamped with the dreaded NC-17 rating, he would’ve released it uncut.
Two Sides, Same Coin: Saving Private Ryan was released the same year as Terrence Malick’s The Thin Red Line, another ensemble film about the struggle to excavate humanity from the horrors of war. Despite the differences in both time, location, and, well, war, it felt like overkill at the time. Now, however, the two movies offer equally fascinating takes: Whereas Saving Private Ryan is about the value of corporeal life, The Thin Red Line is about how an entire generation was forced to sacrifice their spiritual selves in duty to their country. Humanist in equally resonant ways, both films are a must-watch.
Analysis: Saving Private Ryan is notable enough for its battle scenes, which are so realistic that they allegedly gave actual veterans panic attacks during screenings. That says something about this legit blockbuster, which basically combines all of the resources Hollywood has to offer with the artfulness and respect for authenticity as a filmmaker like Spielberg. Saving Private Ryan eschews artifice at every step, in everything from the brutal practicality of its effects to the naturalistic timbre of its uniformly strong performances. It’s also a fine example of how universal themes can be packaged in a way that feels intensely personal.
That a band of soldiers put their lives in danger to save a single soul raises intriguing, hard-to-answer questions about the value of human life in both war and life. The elder Private Ryan’s wonder at whether he led a life that was worth the life of others is one that likely haunts countless veterans, or anyone who’s lived through situations where others didn’t. This wrinkle gives such a powerful weight to the film’s supporting cast, giving the entire experience a sense of profundity that’s rare in the realm of Hollywood. Sure, there’s a little Spielbergian schmaltz in the film’s final moments, but it’s more than earned.
05. Close Encounters of the Third Kind (1977)
Runtime: 2 hr. 15 min.
Pitch: After a series of unexplainable plane wrecks, an Indiana electrician is pulled into the world of alien chasing when he’s singed by a low-flying spaceship and becomes obsessed with tracing them, much to the detriment of his relationship with his family.
Cast: Richard Dreyfuss, Teri Garr, Melinda Dillon, Francois Truffaut, Bob Balaban, and Cary Guffey
Amblin’ Man: This is one of the defining examples of the sense of grand mirth that’s become associated with the Amblin name at its zenith. The images are iconic: the wealth of lights in the sky, the burning-golden doorway beckoning to the young child, the potato mountain at dinner. It’s a film all about searching for the unknown and unbelievable, as well as the human element of what doing so does to a person, both of which became preoccupations for Spielberg in the following decades.
And it’s perhaps the starkest example of the Spielberg family dynamic that the filmmaker has ever made. While Dreyfuss’ Roy Neary eventually does find what he’s looking for, he loses his wife and children in the process. Different versions of the film have escalated the scolding nature of Roy’s relationship with his wife, Ronnie, but in any case, Roy never does return home to his children.
Williams’ Wonder: So, about that iconic five-note tone that the aliens use to make contact? Spielberg and Williams just sort of landed on it after testing a litany of others. It’s a key component of the score that Williams recorded with the Boston Pops, and the score at large is some of Williams’ more stirring work with the filmmaker, if not one of his most immediately recognizable outside of those lone notes. He also took a well-deserved Oscar for it from himself, winning instead for Star Wars the same year.
The Perfect Fit: Dreyfuss pushed for the lead role in Close Encounters from early on, even during the production of Jaws. Other names tossed out included Jack Nicholson, Al Pacino, and Steve McQueen, all fine actors and none of whom would have so easily brought the anxious, nervy vulnerability that Dreyfuss manages. Roy could have been a very different kind of protagonist, a proto-antihero even less likable than he already is at certain points in the film.
A Familiar Friend: Pay close attention when Jillian is hiding among the rocks as the mothership touches down. If you look hard enough at the ship, you can see an upside-down R2-D2, a model that effects supervisors added in to give the ship more detail.
Analysis: Rarely has such a loving and lasting parable been made on the topic of obsession. There’s a reason that “Spielberg” has become a public shorthand for a very particular kind of wondrous filmmaking. The director has always been adept at imagining worlds beyond simple comprehension, at finding the humanity in the exceptional and otherworldly. Close Encounters set an early tone for the filmmaker as one chiefly interested in people who want to push against the boundaries of the known world. Given that he was incidentally reinventing modern special effects and daring fellow filmmakers to aim bigger at the time, it’s not much of a jump.
But Close Encounters works for so many more reasons beyond the director. It’s a slow-burning film of a kind that’s virtually impossible to imagine coming out as a major studio summer release in the present day. It wonders at the boundaries of the known world and universe with a childlike openness that a more action-minded film could not have managed. And again, it’s a film about a man who breaks one of America’s greatest social taboos in pursuit of something grander than himself. But that last idea is crucial to the film’s success.
What’s more, Close Encounters functions in an alternate world where the response to an alien landing isn’t explicitly military, where people don’t (often) run in terror of something beyond their understanding. It’s a film that understands that aliens speak to the weirdoes among us the most because of their capacity for believing that something else really is out there and that maybe it could be a good thing, an incredible thing.
Also, a hyper-belated hot take: The ending really is better if you don’t see much of the inside of the ship. The things you don’t know are what make the film great.
04. Schindler’s List (1993)
Runtime: 3 hr. 17 min.
Pitch: Schindler’s List is the life of German businessman and war profiteer Oskar Schindler and how he unexpectedly saved several thousand Polish-Jewish refugees while outsmarting the Nazis during The Holocaust in World War II.
Cast: Liam Neeson, Ben Kingsley, Ralph Fiennes, Caroline Goodall, Jonathan Sagall, and Embeth Davidtz
Amblin’ Man: Is there anything more Spielbergian and more iconic than “I could have got more out”? This is without a doubt Spielberg’s most emotionally complex and devastating moment. In a 40-year career, Spielberg laid his soul to bare through the meek and beaten words of Oskar Schindler confronted with guilt. And yet, Schindler’s confidante and new friend informs him, “Whoever saves one life, saves the world entire.” It’s okay Schindler, you did your best, and you did something good, right, and just, even if you didn’t realize it.
Williams’ Wonder: Upon screening the film, Williams exclaimed to Spielberg that it was too good for his popular sensibilities and that a greater composer should have worked on scoring Schindler’s List. Spielberg supposedly quipped back something along the lines of “maybe, but those great composers are all dead.”
Williams crafted a gorgeous series of tracks built up around an elegiac violin theme. Like the best entries in this list, Williams provided a simple, hummable melody in which he could make music grow from, and Schindler’s List was no different as he focused especially on mournful, Jewish heritage-inspired sounds. Clarinets, choirs, and that single violin created the perfect sound for Schindler’s sorrow. This was Williams’ fifth Oscar for original score.
From List to Screen: It took some time to get Schindler’s List filmed and opened. Going back to 1963, Poldek Pfefferberg, an actual Holocaust survivor, felt it was crucial to tell his the tale and Oskar Schindler’s story. Pfefferberg had been able to set up a film project at MGM with a screenwriter, but eventually the project fell through. Time passed, but Pfefferberg’s tenacity, along with the audaciousness of Schindler’s story, managed to stay alive.
In 1982, Pfefferberg inspired writer Thomas Keneally to write Schindler’s Ark, which was published in 1982. At the time, MCA Universal head Sid Sheinberg got wind of the novel and sent Spielberg a New York Times review of the book. Spielberg was fascinated by Schindler’s paradoxical nature – a seeming glutton for money pissing everything away to suddenly save people’s lives – and sought the rights to Keneally’s book. In the early ‘80s, however, Spielberg didn’t feel he was ready to make a film adaptation and subsequently offered the project to bigs like Roman Polanski, Sidney Pollack, and Martin Scorsese.
Even Billy Wilder expressed interest, but after what felt like an eternity in development, Spielberg felt it was his duty to tell the tale after witnessing Holocaust deniers being given podiums and acknowledgement in the media. After multiple script drafts and false starts, Spielberg was finally ready to direct Schindler’s List, on the grounds that he’d make a lighter summer film for Universal before shooting. So in 1993, Spielberg directed both this and Jurassic Park. Not a bad year, commercially and artistically, one might reckon.
Gibson’s List? You read that right! Mel Gibson, the man who has … well, let’s just say less than ideal views and opinions on the Jews, offered his services as leading actor for Schindler. Kevin Costner did, too. But Gibson? Huh. It’s too bizarre not to mention, or imagine. And while Gibson has shown his penchant for the brutality of history — see: Braveheart, The Patriot, Apocalypto — could anyone imagine a pretty boy Gibson playing Schindler in 1993, then giving the film an awkward pall after, you know, his fall from grace? Point being, Mr. Taken, Liam Neeson, was a sublime casting choice, and Schindler’s List netted the Irish-born actor his first and only Oscar nomination.
Analysis: Upon its initial release, late film critics Gene Siskel and Roger Ebert dished out reasons why people need to see Schindler’s List. The duo argued for its richness, intensity, and the fact that it’s an absolutely compelling drama. And it feels like the same arguments are somewhat understandably made today for not watching this film (i.e. it’s long, it’s grim, it’s too hard). Too long? Well, there are over 190 perfect minutes to it. Too grim? Look, this is a story that needs to be told and sustained in the popular consciousness. Too hard? This is a story about people, greatly told, the easiest thing to get on board with in a movie.
Perhaps it’s easier to praise a Jaws or an Indiana Jones when re-watchability is like comfort food?
Whatever the case, Schindler’s List remains Spielberg’s most emotionally intelligent, resonant, and moving effort. The director dug deep into his Jewish heritage, his feelings of pain and loss for an entire era of people wiped away by a particularly stupid evil, and he expressed a wonderful sadness that affected audiences around the world. And yet, the movie’s a little amusing, a little romantic, a bit thrilling, and often true at every turn. This was a breathtaking new Spielberg, multi-tasking and mastering every directorial choice. A director that was willing to expose truths through the accumulated tools and techniques in his directors’ book, presenting a pristine, almost documentarian drama for all time. It’s a testament to Spielberg’s power and cumulative gifts that Schindler’s List endures as a lovely memorial for an entire people.
03. Raiders of the Lost Ark (1981)
Runtime: 1 hr. 55 min.
Pitch: For nearly three thousand years, man has been searching for the Ark of the Covenant. It’s not something to be taken lightly. No one knows its secrets. Meet Indiana Jones, part-time professor and full-time adventurer, who’s just been hired by the US government to find it. On his tail? Nazis, a French archaeologist, and lots and lots of snakes.
Cast: Harrison Ford, Karen Allen, Paul Freeman, Ronald Lacey, John Rhys-Davies, and Denholm Elliott
Amblin’ Man: By 1980, Spielberg had already proven he had a signature style and vision, thanks to 1975’s Jaws and 1977’s Close Encounters of the Third Kind, but his sense of adventure was cemented with Raiders of the Lost Ark. The Map Room. The Well of Souls. Hell, even the entire opening chapter in Peru. You could pick any scene in the film and come up with a shiny, golden idol, but the film’s most influential sequence is without a doubt the eight-minute truck chase in the third act.
Expanding upon the age-old tropes and heroics of Western cowboy epics, Spielberg takes something so rudimentary — in this case, a truck carrying the film’s spooky MacGuffin — and goes H.A.M. by throwing his star through the ringer. Really, the entire scene is like a video resume for Jones’ character, proving how resilient and resourceful he is as a hero. He’s dragged, he’s punched, he’s shot, he’s punched again (this time where he was shot), so by the time he succeeds, you have to applaud.
Decades and decades later, it’s impossible to count the number of times it’s been imitated. Though, what separates this particular scene from its clones is Spielberg’s comfortable showmanship. He makes The Spectacle look so easy and has no problem having fun in the process, as evidenced by the palpable humor amid the action. It’s a slog of a task, alright, but we get a sense that Indy lives for this shit, especially how he reacts to every step of the way. That boyish smile of his … sells all the magic.
Williams’ Wonder: If Williams were to look back on his long, remarkable career and pinpoint when things were not just great, but out-of-this-world spectacular, there’s probably no better place than Raiders of the Lost Ark. Only a year prior, he had turned in his elaborate, mystical score for Irvin Kershner’s equally elaborate, mystical The Empire Strikes Back, and he was another year away from taking children to the skies with Spielberg’s next opus, E.T. the Extra-Terrestrial. Needless to say, this was an exciting chapter for Williams, and the guy was on a wicked creative spurt.
What stands out most from the maestro’s Raiders score is how classical it all sounds. He’s like a peppier Bernard Herrmann, a lighter Franz Waxman, or a more moderate Max Steiner. It’s a very romantic score, swelling with varying degrees of passion that parallel Indy’s at-times understated feelings toward history, adventure, or Marion. Later Indiana Jones installments would try to capture the enchantment of “The Map Room: Dawn” and some would come close — see: Last Crusade’s “The Penitent Man Will Pass” — but nothing would ever sound so grand and pure.
Traces of his melodies on Empire admittedly bubble up on Raiders — for instance, “Marion’s Theme” sounds curiously close to “Han Solo and Princess Leia (Love Theme)” — but these similarities never last very long. To be fair, that’s always been the case with Williams, who has a clever tendency to weave his own leitmotifs in and out of his future works. Hell, the unforgettable “Raider’s March” even has echoes of his triumphant “Superman Theme” from three years beforehand. Purists might shake their heads at this, but they’ll also likely be whistling them minutes later.
Indiana Selleck: Somewhere in an alternate dimension, Three Men and a Baby star Tom Selleck skipped out on Magnum, P.I. and donned the fedora. But not in this one. True story: When Ford’s name was brought up for the titular role by Spielberg, Lucas initially balked at the idea, worried critics and fans would dub the actor his own “Bobby De Niro” — ahem, Martin Scorsese’s go-to actor — so they looked towards other names. Of the alternates were Animal House hunk Tim Matheson, theatre actors Peter “Keys” Coyote and John “Lex Luthor” Shea, and, yes, Mr. Selleck. The mustachio’d bruiser was actually offered the role, but had to drop out due to his prior commitments to the small screen.
Nevertheless, here’s a peek of “what could have been…”
The Adaptation: Shortly after the film’s release, three incredibly imaginative kids from Ocean Springs, Mississippi — specifically, Chris Strompolos, Eric Zala, and Jayson Lamb — set out on an Indy-sized adventure of their own. For seven straight summers, so roughly 1982 to 1989, they pieced together a shot-for-shot remake of Raiders of the Lost Ark. Over time, the tape made its rounds, eventually falling into the hands of Belloq himself, director Eli Roth, who helped share it around Hollywood with pop culture’s own Toht, aka Harry Knowles of Ain’t It Cool News.
What once was urban legend is now cinematic gold, thanks to directors Tim Skousen and Jeremy Coon. Last year, the two released a fascinating and heartwarming documentary about the three boys titled Raiders!, which not only captures the DIY remake but finishes it — specifically, the explosive flying wing battle. Watching the boys and their cast reunite decades later, reminiscing on their upbringing and love for the film, is perhaps the greatest commemoration of Spielberg’s legacy, a real-life parallel to the themes and worlds he earmarked years ago.
Analysis: Raiders of the Lost Ark is the rare action film that’s not afraid of being both sophisticated and fun. Screenwriter Lawrence Kasdan toed the fine lines of the 1930s and 1940s serials, grappling with their dated tropes and story beats to deliver a multi-faceted narrative that never feels dusty and nostalgic, only fresh and smart. Spielberg’s sense of pacing allows for genuine drama in between the side-swiping chapters of adventure, which is likely one of the reasons why it was nominated for nine Academy Awards, including Best Picture, in 1982.
If you look past the blockbuster sequels that followed, Raiders of the Lost Ark remains a standalone gem in not only Spielberg’s oeuvre but filmmaking altogether. Critics and historians will forever point to The Great Train Robbery or The Mark of Zorro as the respective progenitors of the action and adventure genres, but there’s reason to believe that Indiana Jones will eventually be the go-to example in the years and decades to come, if it hasn’t already. To quote the one they call Bellosh, “We are simply passing through history. This, this is history.”
Ha, ha, ha, son of a bitch.
02. Jaws (1975)
Runtime: 2 hr. 4 min.
Pitch: The small Northeastern island community of Amity is terrorized by a gigantic great white shark — and a local government that can’t see past the bottom line — so a police chief, marine scientist, and weathered seafarer/bounty hunter band together to end its reign of terror.
Cast: Roy Scheider, Robert Shaw, Richard Dreyfuss, Lorraine Gary, and Murray Hamilton
Amblin’ Man: Spielberg was always interested in reactions, sometimes favoring shots of awestruck faces over whatever it was causing those mouths to gape. Jaws is a perfect example; in the case of poor, doomed Alex Kintner, for example, Spielberg only indulges in the viscera for a second or two before giving us a tight, close zoom into Brody’s mug. It’s a smart choice, as the mix of fear, rage, and indignation in actor Roy Schneider’s face reveals so much about his character’s inner and outer struggle.
Williams’ Wonder: The ominous “dun dun” that heralds the shark’s arrival may serve as a form of cultural shorthand these days, but it’s not nearly as pervasive in the original Jaws as we all remember. It asserts itself in the film’s prologue and final act, absolutely, but elsewhere we’re treated to a mix of driving strings and, here and there, a bit of playful whimsy.
Shark Fever: These days, Jaws is considered the first summer blockbuster, the film that fundamentally changed the way Hollywood operated. It was seen by everyone multiple times. As such, sharks became a societal fascination, with the mainstream public viewing them as literal monsters of the sea. This led to an increased vitriol for sharks, as well as an abundance of shark-fishing tournaments. The sad result was a marked decrease in the general shark population and a calamitous misunderstanding of the shark’s desire for human flesh.
The Good News: However, this renewed interest in sharks also helped to increase funding for shark research. Soon, society came to better understand the circumstances behind shark attacks, as well as the nuances of various species. Peter Benchley, the author behind the source material, felt so badly for his role in mischaracterizing the creatures that he became a bit of a shark activist.
Analysis: Jaws promised to make us fear going into the water, and it fulfilled the hell outta that promise. Stories about undersea predators were few and far between in those days, and though many of the films that swam in the wake of Jaws couldn’t hold a candle to it in terms of quality, it most certainly introduced a new subgenre of horror, one that’s queasily effective in exploiting one of our greatest vulnerabilities. That effect wouldn’t nearly be this profound were the movie itself not so captivating — aside from perhaps the fashion, not a single element of Jaws feels dated today.
The story of an unseen predator is eternal, the performances are winningly realistic (even if Richard Dreyfuss seems coked to oblivion), and, despite the well-documented struggles Spielberg faced with his titular menace, the practical effects are tremendously effective. It’s been more than 40 years now, and Jaws remains not only one of the greatest blockbusters ever made, but also one of the most terrifying horror films.
01. E.T. The Extra-Terrestrial (1982)
Runtime: 1 hr. 55 min.
Pitch: An ugly-but-actually-kind-of-cute alien gets stranded in suburbia when his parents have to make a quick escape in their spaceship. The lovable extraterrestrial then meets and befriends a 10-year-old boy named Elliott, who hides him from government agents and helps him return home.
Cast: Henry Thomas, Dee Wallace, Robert MacNaughton, Drew Barrymore, and Peter Coyote
Amblin’ Man: The most Spielbergian moment from the film? How about the one that eventually became the freaking logo of Amblin Entertainment (it was also made into a ride at Universal Studios, RIP). Elliott’s bicycle ride into the sky is a Spielbergian dream come to life onscreen — the massive moonlit backdrop, the sweeping John Williams score, the metaphorical triumph of children over adults who just don’t understand. Movie magic doesn’t get more magical than this.
Williams’ Wonder: Seeing as how nine out of 10 Americans (not a real statistic) can hum the main theme on cue, it’s fair to say that Williams did alright on this one. Spielberg thought so, at least. He was so enamored with Williams’ score that he built the film’s climactic chase scene around the music. If that’s not a vote of confidence in your longtime collaborator, I don’t know what is.
Reese’s Piece of the Pie: If there was an Academy Award for Best Product Placement, Reese’s Pieces would have shut it down with this knockout performance. As the popular legend goes, M&M’s were supposed to be E.T.’s favorite candy in the film, but Mars thought the little alien was so hideous that they pulled their product from consideration. And that’s not even the worst decision ever involving M&M’s: I just ate three bags in a row, and I think I’m going to be sick.
I Come in Peace: Plenty of critics have written at length on the theme of tolerance in E.T. and how the film might serve as a spiritual precedent to Spielberg’s Schindler’s List. But these discussions aren’t just for the blogosphere (or whatever version of the blogosphere existed in 1982). In fact, E.T. was screened at the United Nations several months after its release, and Spielberg even went on to receive that organization’s esteemed Peace Medal. How do you like them apples, M&M’s?
Analysis: It takes a special kind of talent to humanize a dehydrated potato, but it takes something else entirely to craft a film that so deftly combines elements of sci-fi, comedy, adventure, and drama. More than three decades after its release, E.T. continues to stand as Spielberg’s greatest triumph, spawning not only an official fan club but an entire generation of filmmakers led by Spielberg protégé J.J. Abrams.
This seems fitting, because the story itself revolves around a child coming of age and learning that the world is much, much bigger than his own backyard. For filmmakers and fans alike, E.T. offers a invitation to a universe where imagination reigns and possibility knows no limits. In an era when Hollywood can’t seem to stop churning out sequels and reboots, that invitation seems more appealing — more pressing, really — than ever.