I have always felt a bit out-of-step
with other film lovers when I consider my feelings toward two early
Steven Spielberg films, Close Encounters of the Third Kind and E.T.
the Extra-Terrestrial. They seem painfully didactic to me–lessons
clumsily wrapped inside an entertainment. I'm on board with one of
the lessons, that a thing's strangeness does not necessarily make it
menacing; the idea was a welcome counter to Nixon-era paranoia. But
the other lesson, which could be read as, the innocence of children
is the greatest wisdom, sticks in my craw. I think it gets kids way
wrong.
For me, the worst moment of both films
comes in Close Encounters. A woman and her young son are inside their
house when a UFO approaches outside. There are bright lights and
vibrations and loud sounds. The mother is terrified, but the child is
attracted to the lights, runs outside, and is carried off by the UFO.
I know that there is a point in child
development when the child actively separates its identity from those
of its parents, but that sort of breaking free comes for children
much older than the boy in the film. In fact, in the movie the child
is more oblivious of his mother than alienated from her. And that
oblivion seems utterly false to me; in a strange, potentially
frightening situation, children of that age will look to adults for
emotional cues rather than ignore them.
This wrongheaded depiction of a child
came to mind recently when I watched a very fine film that gets
adult-child relations right. What Maisie Knew (as of this writing,
available for streaming on Netflix and elsewhere) updates the Henry
James novel to modern New York. Julianne Moore and Steve Coogan play
the horrible parents of six-year-old Maisie (Onata Aprile). When it
suits them, they are affectionate toward the girl; but mostly they
are tied up in bitterness toward one another. Maisie loves her
parents but learns that she must entrust herself to other adults as
well. There is a point in the film when Maisie, abandoned by her
parents, stands curbside next to a man she barely knows (Alexander
Skarsgård), a bartender
friend of her mother's. Maisie automatically reaches up to take the
hand of this unfamiliar adult. That little gesture is an emotionally
searing moment in the movie, and it contains more truth about
children than either of the Spielberg films.
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