Blasphemous? Perhaps.

We hit a lull in our Netflix queue so decided to start renting some "classic" films, many of which I am somewhat ashamed (but not really) to say I have never seen.

First up is Spielberg's E.T., which we watched last night.

Maybe this is blasphemous, but I didn't love the film. In fact, I didn't even like it. It's tough to watch this kids film from the '80s with the sensibilities of a jaded 30-something in 2007.

Here are my gripes (in no particular order):
-How stupid is the mom in this film? And reckless? She just leaves her kids home alone?
-How the hell does E.T. and the kid get psychically linked? E.T. starts boozing on beer and the kid feels it? That was weird.
-What's with the blatant product placements? Reeses Pieces, Coke and Coors?
-Why do the scientists bust into the home unannounced and wearing space suits? Why not knock? They broke into the home like zombies in a horror film.
-How do these loser scientists NOT stop the kids from taking E.T. and stealing the van? Where's the security here?

NEXT UP IN OUR SELF-IMPOSED "CLASSIC" FILM VIEWING: The Godfather.