Close Encounters of the Third Kind

Close Encounters of the Third Kind

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Fri., Sept. 8, 12, 3:25, 6:50 & 10:15 p.m., Sat., Sept. 9, 12, 3:25, 6:50 & 10:15 p.m., Sun., Sept. 10, 12, 3:25, 6:50 & 10:15 p.m., Mon., Sept. 11, 12, 3:25, 6:50 & 10:15 p.m., Tue., Sept. 12, 12, 3:25, 6:50 & 10:15 p.m., Wed., Sept. 13, 12, 3:25, 6:50 & 10:15 p.m., Wed., Sept. 20, 12 & 3:25 p.m. and Thu., Sept. 21, 12 & 3:25 p.m. 2017
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In one sense, Steven Spielberg’s 1977 UFO bliss-out, Close Encounters of the Third Kind, is reprehensible. It is, after all, the story of a daydreamer dad (Richard Dreyfuss) who leaves his family for worlds unknown as he continually trades in one slender, luminous life companion for another: Teri Garr for Melinda Dillon for the glowing sprites disgorged from the grandest spaceship in cinema history. In another sense, that narrative proves deeply revealing of the film’s creator and its era. The leave-it-all-behind ethos of Close Encounters extends beyond the go-nowhere clutter and clamor of the downwardly mobile suburban life of Dreyfuss’ Roy Neary. Here was Spielberg the wunderkind, at the tail end of the decade of personal Hollywood filmmaking, dramatizing the desire to vault from American malaise and right into fantasy. He wished upon a star, and the movies followed. But don’t let the dreck that arrived in Close Encounters’ wake blind you to its wonder and honesty.

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