I think with the exception of something like Savage, this is maybe the Spielberg-film I had the least idea of before doing this project. So imagine my joy when I found myself really drawn into this opening; the wonderful mix of aerial sequences and steaming romance, Holly Hunter being spectacular and John Goodman being a loveable goof. Sure, it’s some broad, sentimental melodrama but it really worked on me. And then (spoilers but not really spoilers) Richard Dreyfus dies.
And…