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We watched E.T. The Extra-Terrestrial (1982) today.

I think, inadverantly, we watched the souped up 20th anniversary cut. I don't care really but it has been my intention to stay with the original theater versions of all the Best 1176 New York Times Films.

Whatever the case, the magic still holds. It is fun and scary and all of that. There is some usual Spielbergian time-waste in the middle with setting frogs loose but that is the price of watching SS do his auteurial thing.

We found the John Williams music really annoying as well. Intrusive. Swooping. Over the fucking top music. John, I am too much, Williams. The man who ruined the Boston Pops. Not that I have anything against him though.

We laughed, bit our nails, and cried on cue. It is a bit manipulative. Why am I being negative? We liked it. Yeh.

OK. Grudging.

I will give it a 4 out of Netflix5. A very movie movie.

It is fun to watch little Drew Barrymore. Henry Thomas showed up as one of the guys in All the Pretty Horses and is still working. What else?

Did I mention John William's music?