It’s pretty good at being a kid’s familial melodrama, though! Williams is off-the-wall good–a very well-honed tool for her director, in that she’s somehow both a figure of empathy and sometimes awe (sometimes, uh, redacted), and thornier feelings of reemergent contempt. I do appreciate the rawness of this movie, even if it’s half-memoir half-therapy. I agree about the importance of paratext here. I’ve always had some vague notion about how great it would be if movies could be seen under blinded experimental circumstances, but this is one I’d really love to have somehow seen people react to it without any names on it or (even more somehow) without a preexisting awareness of who Steven Spielberg is.