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Steven Spielberg has always been less a filmmaker than a force of nature. There is something so elemental and iconic in the fabric of his work, especially in blockbusters that don’t so much unspool onto a screen as burst straight off the celluloid to sweep you up in 2 hours of transcendent, cathartic adventure, that any other director remains at a loss in trying to understand, let alone recreate, such a magic potion. It was 30 years ago, a week shy of my high school graduation, that I saw Spielberg’s version of the Michael Crichton novel “Jurassic Park” at a sprawling, old school movie house in San Luis Obispo called The Fremont. It was a packed house, with a 1000 people filled to the brim and running over with an excitement bordering on ecstatic giddiness, and what sprang to life onscreen became more than just a fun night at the movies. It became something we experienced in our bones, as if living inside the picture itself, feeling the joys and terrors of the story right along with its characters.

I saw the film 4 times that week, and while that may expose my bonafides as a dork, it also speaks to the effect it had right out of the gate and forever after. I have a particularly fond memory of going with most of my senior class to see it on “ditch day,” after we had all gotten sunburned at the local swimming pool. It was an adventure that gifted us with things we had never seen before, but in a way that wasn’t bloated and empty like later spectacles that tried to build on its success (including ALL of the inferior and unnecessary sequels). Instead, it was smart, funny, light of foot and legitimately terrifying all at the same time. Shot with effortless dazzle by the great Dean Cundey (veteran of many John Carpenter and Robert Zemeckis films), cut by the inimitable Michael Kahn (who later that year edited the film Spielberg was shooting when “Jurassic” came out, “Schindler’s List”) and of course scored by everyone’s genius grandfather John Williams, Spielberg’s film still hums with so much wide-eyed wonder and white-knuckle terror that you will swoon all over again. This feeling is at the core of his great gift as a storyteller, that intuitive, uncanny ability to orchestrate an emotional experience that verges on sorcery.