I like to imagine there is a time in all professional filmmakers lives when a love for film trumps a paycheck. When that love was their only motivation. When they ran around with their friends creating and capturing scenes in any way they could before Summer ran out. It is the kind of breathless time that Ray Bradbury often wrote about and the kind Steven Spielberg’s early films evoked.
Super 8 is a movie that reminds me both of Spielberg and Bradbury. It evokes Spielberg’s wonder years specifically Goonies and Close Encounters of the Third Kind. It also captures the kind of breathlessness kids have when while working on a creative project that has to be completed now.… Read the rest