Review: Steven Spielberg comes close to a personal best in his luminous 'The Fabelmans'

More than once during his fabled career, Steven Spielberg has been dismissed as a technician masquerading as an artist; as the most popular of American filmmakers, the logic goes, he must also be the most impersonal. It's a judgment that doesn't quite explain the intensely personal connection a lot of us feel to his movies. Or does it? More than any other director, Spielberg confounds the notion that the personal and the popular, or the technician and the artist, are fundamentally at odds. The intensity of feeling you experienced on your first (or third) close encounter with a Spielberg classic — maybe you levitated out of your seat at "Raiders of the Lost Ark" or had your nerves shredded by "Jaws" — was likely so pure that it felt like yours and yours alone, never mind that millions of moviegoers around the world felt the same way.

And so it's worth considering exactly what it means to describe "The Fabelmans," Spielberg's piercing, rollicking and altogether marvelous ramble through his early years, as his most personal work. That assessment may be correct, if we assume