After watching the film, I still have one question: Was this really directed by a master of world cinematography? I can't believe it.
The film is two and a half hours long and tears up.
The first half of the movie, when I listened to the same cliché repeated over and over again, I had the impression that I was watching a children's movie. Almost all of the dialogues have clichéd phrases beyond banality. It wasn't until the end of the film that I realized what film Spielberg's brainchild could be compared to. Paolo Sorrentino's The Hand of God. There, too, the story is about a young man looking for himself in the cinema. There is a similar family conflict in Sorrentino's film, and there is even an analogous admonition from the great director at the end of the film. And Against the background of its Italian counterpart, Steven Spielberg's film looks as secondary as possible. Like a student attempt at a remake, although the year difference between the pictures probably makes any coincidence a coincidence. Spielberg collected every possible cliché in the film, the applause at the end of the film, the motivations for personal growth, the bullying in school, except that there was no dipping in the toilet bowl. There is also the effect of an over-acting actors and a certain theatricality of a teenage movie.
The final result of the movie is that I remember only the first episode with the train, but my trips to get coffee and back left more vivid impressions than the movie. Even the ending was as abrupt and incomplete as possible. I didn't see a plot arc or a change in the main character, as the movie started and ended. The disappointment of the film can be expressed in the fact that I would rather believe that this picture was made by Sasha Spielberg, but not by Steven...