I always thought that Dee Wallace was one of the more realistic movie moms of her era.
Anyway, my ET story:
We (the family) were driving to see my wife’s family up in New Jersey one Thanksgiving. Sophia, our six year-old, was in the back with a little DVD video player, so Daddy fired up a couple of favorites from when he was younger.
The first wasRoger Rabbit. Oops! There’s a lot of innuendo in this one… might be a while before we pull it off the shelf again.
Well, the next wasET: The Extra-Terrestrial, which she adored from the get-go. She was all happy and “look, momma” and excited about ET. Momma was sitting beside her.
So we’re driving up I-81 throughHarrisburgand I hear GASP! “What’s wrong with ET? Oh no!” “He’s going to be OK, isn’t he?” “No!” … comments like that throughout the sickness/army scenes.
Then ET dies. My little girl is highly upset, her hands clenched around the DVD player, holding it tightly (she has it in her lap this entire time). “This is a bad movie! This is a BAD movie!”
“Sophie, do you want to stop watching it?”
“No!” (shakes head furiously, in a way only small children can).
So ET comes back to life. And she is thrilled, her emotional high as deep and meaningful as her low of 5 minutes earlier. And it’s back to the “Look, momma”'s and “Awwwwwww!”'s, and Sophia is happy, cheering Eliot and ET on as they escaped the “astronaut guys”, flying up in the air on their bikes, landing in front of the spaceship.
“Momma? What’s happening? ET isn’t leaving is he? I don’t want him to go!” And she was upset again, but not nearly as upset as earlier.
“I’ll… be… right… here…”
The spaceship flies off, the music swells, and the credits start to roll. Sophia does two things:
- Refuses to turn off the credits, watching them the whole way through.
- When they are done, and the DVD is at the menu, she looks up…
“Can I see it again?”