Movies like ‘Ready Player One’ are the reason movies were created. To amaze, to delight, to transport, to tell a great story.
There does not seem to be a moment where anything on the screen is still, where there is no motion. The film is a dizzying ride through pop culture, mostly eighties, one that feels like Spielberg’s earlier work, his blockbuster years, but merged with his ever evolving skill as a director.
A visual knockout, a rollercoaster ride that will thrill audiences; a brilliant, breathtaking ride that grabs you, pulls you tight and never let’s go. Given the story, most of all given Spielberg was directing, there was little doubt the film would be good, but I do not think anyone expected how truly great the film is.
By now Spielberg’s needs do nothing to prove himself. Even the snooty academics have conceded his gifts as a director, and many believe what I do, that he is one the greatest filmmaker in the history of the cinema.
Spielberg has been a great storyteller from the beginning, a master of the camera, it is as if he sees each edit in his head before the film is finished. He has learned from his mistakes and takes them to heart, sometime far too personal. Yet he has never given up and took the easy way out, never. His best fifteen films are among the greatest ever made, and even his weakest (does he have a worst?) are beloved by millions and made millions at the box office.