Film Review: The Fabelmans


Brent Northup

The Fabelmans 

At the Cinemark

Steven Spielberg was born in 1946. He’s December. I’m February. I’m the elder.

Steven loved his Lionel train which raced around its oval track. I loved my Lionel train, too.

He owns $200 million in real estate and has a few trophies on his shelves.

I also own a house and treasure a loving cup given me by a middle school basketball team I once coached.

Brothers from different mothers!

“The Fabelmans” is Spielberg’s autobiographical journey back to his childhood, to trace the roots of his values and his passions.

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I worried that this film might be cloying, but Spielberg vulnerably dives into dark, unflattering territory – childhood bullies, cruel anti-Semitism and the disintegration of his parents’ marriage.

Yes, we do watch him fall in love with the camera, but that dream is relegated to the background, with the foreground devoted to the ever-growing family fault lines.

What emerges is a textured look at the pain that defined Spielberg as a young boy. We learn how he

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