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When I saw Steven Spielberg’s \u201cThe Fabelmans\u201d at the Toronto Film Festival in September, I absolutely loved it. And while I never expected the film to be some breakout smash, my hope for it \u2014 and my cautiously optimistic prediction \u2014 is that it would find a hook into the culture. I assumed that a drama about how Steven Spielberg got to be the genius he is would resonate, in a big way, with movie fans from multiple generations. Okay, not so much with those under 35. But that still leaves a lot of us!<\/p>\n
\u201cThe Fabelmans,\u201d I think, has a bad title \u2014 it sounds like a sitcom starring David Schwimmer and Mayim Bialik as the parents. But the movie is a rapt and enveloping experience, a true memoir on film. (If Spielberg had written the story of his youth in book form, without changing the names, I doubt it could have been more intimate or detailed.) Like all good memoirs, the movie is about a few things at once \u2014 in this case, the adventure of growing up, the pleasures and perils of becoming an artist, and the torment of watching your parents split up.<\/p>\n
More from Variety<\/strong><\/p>\n\u201cThe Fabelmans\u201d carves out its own place in the cinema of divorce, as the relationship of Mitzi and Burt Fabelman, played by Michelle Williams and Paul Dano, disintegrates over time, almost in slow motion, more in sadness than anger. it’s not that the two hate each other; they’re just not right for each other. Over the decades, the pop drama of divorce has generated its own claw-baring fight-and-revenge clich\u00e9s, to the point that it almost never captures this all-too-common reality the way that \u201cThe Fabelmans\u201d does. <\/p>\n
But, of course, the saga of Spielberg’s parents’ divorce, which he’s discussed in interviews many times, and which became the template for the broken homes in his own movies going back to \u201cClose Encounters of the Third Kind\u201d (1977), is not a subject that’s likely to get a lot of viewers revved. The lure of \u201cThe Fabelmans\u201d is how Spielberg, as a Middle American kid growing up in the ’50s and early ’60s, fell in love with making movies \u2014 and how, in doing so, he reinvented movies from the ground up. That’s because he was flying blind, making it all up as he went along.<\/p>\n
Story continues<\/button><\/p>\nYou might say, \u201cSpielberg and the scratchy 8mm home movies he made as a kid? Sorry, but that sounds like some serious inside boomer baseball.\u201d Except that Spielberg occupies a special place in our culture. What other movie director has been, simultaneously, as cathartic a populist entertainer as Alfred Hitchcock and as pure and bravura an artist as Martin Scorsese? Answer: None. Only Spielberg. His films have excited people \u2014 to their souls, but on a mass scale \u2014 in a way that’s unique. He’s a filmmaker who, by following his muse, remade the language of Hollywood. And that’s what I mean when I say that \u201cThe Fabelmans\u201d felt like a movie that could, and should, exert a wide appeal. The greatest movies Spielberg has made are a part of us. A movie drama about his filmmaking is, in a funny way, about<\/em> us \u2014 about his discovery and cultivation of a gift that changed pop culture, and maybe changed the world, period.<\/p>\nOver this weekend, it’s become clear that the audience for that movie is a lot more limited than it might have been just a few years ago. There are reasons for that: the streaming revolution, the lingering reticence of older moviegoers to brave theaters in the wake of the pandemic. But let’s leave the box office aside. \u201cThe Fabelmans\u201d is a marvel of a movie, featuring a performance, by Gabriel LaBelle, as Sammy Fabelman \u2014 the teenage Spielberg \u2014 that’s the most subtle and lived-in performance as a teenage protagonist I’ve seen since John Cusack’s in \u201cSay Anything\u201d and maybe Jean-Pierre L\u00e9aud’s in \u201cThe 400 Blows.\u201d I realize I’m not supposed to be comparing a movie like \u201cThe Fabelmans\u201d to a timeless Truffaut classic, but the performances are actually quite similar \u2014 LaBelle, like L\u00e9aud, shows us the quiet whirrings of the hero’s mind, the internal reactions he won’t say out loud. It might be the best performance by an actor I’ve seen this year. <\/p>\n
What \u201cThe Fabelmans\u201d shows us, quite thrillingly, is the obsession with filmmaking that took hold of Spielberg. True obsession is a difficult quality to dramatize, but Spielberg, working from the intricate and note-perfect script he wrote with Tony Kushner, does it in the canniest of ways. He turns the story of what he did as a novice kid movie director into a journey, an adventure we follow, with tingles of triumph and lightbulb ingenuity along the way. He invites us to share in the seduction and trickery and ecstasy of making movies. He does it by showing us, at every stage, how Sammy discovers who he is in the films that he’s making. He forges his identity in what the cinema can see<\/em>, in the way it mirrors and shapes life. Here’s how that happens.<\/p>\nFor Sammy, cinema starts with the imagination of disaster.<\/em><\/strong> \u201cThe Fabelmans\u201d opens with Sammy going to see his very first movie, \u201cThe Greatest Show on Earth.\u201d He’s an 8-year-old tyke (played by Mateo Zoryon Francis-DeFord), and the scene in the Cecil B. DeMille schlock epic that grips and haunts him is the climactic train crash \u2014 he’s traumatized by it. But where does trauma leave off and fascination begin? In the young Spielberg, they’re a whisker apart. At home, Sammy asks for and receives a toy train set, then takes his family’s 8mm home-movie camera and attempts to restage \u2014 and film \u2014 the crash, using multiple camera angles, all as a way to conquer his fear, to master that crash by controlling it. It’s startling to consider the dark place that the DNA of Spielberg’s virtuosity came from. But it’s not much of a leap, really, from that staged toy-train disaster to \u201cJaws\u201d or \u201cDuel,\u201d the 1971 TV-movie about a demon truck that put Spielberg on the map. The whole reason we watch movies like \u201cJaws\u201d or \u201cDuel\u201d is that, in their rotating axis of fear and danger and excitement and death, they express, metaphorically, the existential fear and anxiety of everyday life. Spielberg knew this as a kid because he was possessed by it. <\/p>\nHe becomes a poet of reality.<\/em><\/strong> As a teenager, Sammy is making a Western. When he looks at the footage that he has shot of a gunfight, he’s disappointed; it looks fake. So he gets the idea to punch tiny holes in the film reels, which creates the effect of each gunshot being a jarring blinding pop. The effect is kinesthetic; with one seemingly crude necessity-is-the-mother-of-invention visual effect, he has actually shot ahead of mainstream Hollywood \u2014 he makes you feel<\/em> the bullets. It’s the impulse behind that that will carry him far. Spielberg has always taken the reality that other films show us and heightened it, most spectacularly in his war films and alien-visitation films, but in countless other ways as well.<\/p>\nHe invents what movies are for himself.<\/em><\/strong> In \u201cThe Fabelmans,\u201d we don’t really see Sammy watching movies or TV. He does take in a showing of \u201cThe Man Who Shot Liberty Valance,\u201d and it’s not as if Spielberg is pretending he didn’t see other films. That, obviously, is where he steals his teen-home-movie images of stagecoaches and World War II battlefields. but the way<\/em> he shoots them is another story. He moves the camera with a gliding freedom, not so much imitating Hollywood as taking what you would see on a Hollywood set and shooting it with his own high-flying, anything-goes ardor. Hitchcock, after seeing \u201cJaws,\u201d famously said of Spielberg that \u201che’s the first one of us who doesn’t see the proscenium arch.\u201d More than anything, it was Spielberg’s off-kilter way of framing a shot, in the ’70s, that defined him as a revolutionary talent. His framing imparted an eerie quality of awareness; it’s as if he was shooting a movie and, at the same time, circling around the movie you were watching. \u201cThe Fabelmans\u201d shows you that he never saw the proscenium arch. He was too busy letting the camera drift right through it. <\/p>\nHe learns that movies can see more than we know.<\/em><\/strong> \u201cThe Fabelmans\u201d is not a drama that lacks in intrigue. For a while, it becomes a visual suspense thriller like \u201cBlow-Up\u201d when Sammy discovers his mother’s romantic feelings for his \u201cUncle\u201d Bennie (Seth Rogan) \u2014 actually a family friend \u2014 by noticing their hidden interactions in the home movie he has made of a camping trip. I think it’s meant to be understood that Mitzi and Bennie, at this point, have a platonic relationship. But what Sammy has inadvertently filmed speaks volumes. it’s not just this gesture or that telltale caress; he has captured, in silent film, their unvocalized feelings. Talk about realism! This is his discovery of the hidden power of film \u2014 to show us what is true, maybe more than reality does. <\/p>\nHe turns reality into mythology.<\/em><\/strong> Throughout \u201cThe Fabelmans,\u201d we see Sammy acquire things as a filmmaker: techniques, tricks, insights, better equipment. He puts it all together when he’s tapped to make a movie of his class’s Senior Ditch Day trip to the beach. It will be his magnum opus \u2014 and also his act of revenge against the WASP bully who tormented him and beat him up for being Jewish. But the most fascinating thing Sammy does, and the most mysterious part of \u201cThe Fabelmans,\u201d is when he uses his little movie to turn the bully’s pal, Logan (Sam Rechner), into a kind of Aryan golden god. Is Sammy mocking or exalting him? Maybe both. But when Sammy is confronted by Logan in an empty hallway, we see that Logan feels not just mocked or guilty. (He feels both.) steamrolled<\/em> by the power of how a movie could remake his identity. And what Sammy has shown himself is this: Movies can be revenge, they can be transformation, they can be lies \u2014 but more than all of that, movies can be mythology. They have the power to elevate anything into its own truth. <\/p>\nMeeting John Ford, he gets a lesson in turning Hollywood classicism upside down.<\/em><\/strong> The movie’s final scene, which reenacts a meeting the teenage Spielberg had with John Ford, gives the movie its beautiful zinger of an ending. What it’s all about \u2014 apart from the cussed charge with which David Lynch plays Ford \u2014 is the lesson Ford teaches Sammy, after asking him to look at several paintings of the Old West, each one with the horizon in a different place. Ford’s message would seem to be his elemental rule for how to frame a shot. Yet Spielberg used that lesson to shore up his own intuitive sense of \u201coff\u201d framing, so that the audience would see an image as they had never seen it before. At that moment, Ford passes the baton to Spielberg, but Spielberg will turn Ford’s classicism on its head. (That’s the sublime joke of the film’s final shot.) For Ford, it was all about keeping the compositions \u201cinteresting.\u201d For Spielberg, with his spiel that casts a spell, it was about realizing that the essence of life is almost never at the center.<\/p>\nBest of Variety<\/strong><\/p>\nSign up for Variety’s Newsletter. For the latest news, follow us on Facebook, Twitter, and Instagram.<\/p>\n
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