
E.T. is one of the few movies that makes me cry like a baby. I watched it the first time when I was 6 years old, and again yesterday after 24 years. It remains a wonderful story, with a nice old-movie touch, that means: no sex, no bad words, no neurotic montage, no weapons, no killers, no rappers and no transvestites. Read the rest of this entry »
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