At 15, when it came out, I adored it and saw it multiple times. It was funny, sweet, scary, charming, exciting and wondrous. Though its tropes have been repeated a kabillion times since, and I’m far more jaded, and the effects seem dated (gotta say that E.T. himself is still an amazing achievement), I still haven’t changed my opinion. I watched it just this year and it sucked me back in. I admired the incredible performances, laughed at the funny lines, and cried when E.T. left.
At the time it seemed that most aliens in movies were evil, soulless, would-be Earth conquerers. If we met them in space, they’d battle and enslave us. If they came to Earth, they did so in creepy sleek ships bearing technology that would probably wind up killing or at least harming us in some way. They’d probably kidnap us and do unspeakable things, or at least remove us from everyone we love for decades if not forever. Space was scary.
Spielberg’s vision for E.T. gave us an alternative, one of the few to show us a creature who was emotional and sympathetic. He was a botanist who seemed just as enchanted by Earth stuff (like Reece’s Pieces and TV) as we might be of otherworldly technology. He befriended a bunch of very ordinary kids – not geniuses, not princesses, not superbrave heroes – in their very ordinary modern suburban setting. And when he displayed his own cool technology, it wasn’t unfathomably ‘alien’ – he used a freakin’ Speak ‘n’ Spell, an umbrella, a saw blade and a record player.
E.T. was both ‘other’ and ‘us’. He recognizable in a way that few (if any) aliens were at the time. Hell, the whole point of the link between Elliot and E.T. is empathy. The script adds a bit of darkness to this by showing us the danger in Elliot’s empathizing too much and forgetting that E.T. isn’t just a mini-human.
But here I am overanalyzing. In the end I think it’s exactly what Spielberg strived for: a remarkably entertaining, emotional, amusing, eye-popping movie.
If nothing else, he never gave us a sequel that everyone expected and I’m sure the studio desperately wanted, which proves that (despite the silly digitizing away the guns) Spielberg is indeed smarter than most of Hollywood.