Last night, my wife and I watched most of Steven Spielberg's Super 8.
We couldn't even be bothered to watch the last 20 minutes and the climax. Why? Because we couldn't care less. Because Steven Spielberg, one of the most brilliant film craftsmen working today, has nothing to say, and like Star Wars', George Lucas, seems to be only in it for the money.
I'm sure Spielberg is doing very well financially, and it seems that's all he's interested in doing. His films are, basically, hyper-budget "B" movies. As result, for me at least, they are boring. They don't surprise, inform, thrill, or anything else for that matter. I've seen all his visual and narrative cliches before.
Contrasting Spielberg and Cameron ("Avatar") is interesting, I think.
Avatar was a classic adventure story. But agree with him or not, Cameron tried to make a point with his movie. He had values he wanted to explore and extol. Spielberg, these days, seems to be little more than a carny, conning the marks and making money.
How tragic that a one-time artist who now has access to the best talent in the world and largest budgets chooses to make childish, B-movie dreck.