Oi Va Voy! A bloated, lazy and ultimately tedious self-indulgence that assumes that the viewer will care about its characters and story as much as it's director and writer. It's a problem shared with Branagh's Belfast and the French film Mr Bojangles. The film doesn't earn its climaxes as we are not invested in the character's journies, trials and travails. Spielberg and Kushner (who have both made terrific works in the past) here rely on over-used stereotypes (Brisket, anyone?, High school jocks and nerds) that deliver little payoff. What, ultimately, is the lesson learned from the bullet-headed uncle sleeping Shiva? It doesn't seem to impact the character of our hero at all. And everything takes so long (dancing in the firelight on the camping trip, viewing and reviewing the film of the 'hidden' moments of the camping trip etc). The actors are working hard because they are in a big, personal film by Spielber. It doesn't pay off. Michelle Williams seems to be channeling Shirley McLean, Judd Hirsh is doing his best Mel Brooks (if only!), Paul Dano has only been given one note to play by Spielberg and Kushner. The film is way too long, has no energy and wouldn't inspire anyone to take up film-making or any other creative pursuit. It may be based on Mr Spielberg's life, but perhaps he should have left it to someone else to make the movie version. Dull, dull, dull.