E.T. The Extra-Terrestrial - 40th Anniversary Edition 4K Ultra HD + Blu-ray + Digital [4K UHD]

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Relive the adventure and magic in one of the most beloved motion pictures of all-time, E.T. The Extra-Terrestrial, from Academy Award®-winning director Steven Spielberg. Captivating audiences of all ages, this timeless story follows the unforgettable journey of a lost alien and the 10-year-old boy he befriends. Join Elliot (Henry Thomas), Gertie (Drew Barrymore) and Michael (Robert MacNaughton) as they come together to help E.T. find his way back home, E.T. The Extra-Terrestrial is "one of the great American films" (Leonard Maltin) that forever belongs in the hearts and minds of audiences everywhere. Review: E.T. - STILL BEAUTIFUL - There are films you admire, films you enjoy, and then there are films that seem to reach out of the screen and rearrange something inside you—softly, persuasively, without asking permission. E.T. the Extra-Terrestrial is one of those rare miracles. If I could rate it any higher, I would—but numbers feel vulgar in the presence of something this disarmingly pure. Profoundly beautiful is a term. Uncommonly decent is another. A wonderful allegory for anyone who has ever found and fought for a stray pet. This hits dead center in the feels and earns every tear and lump in the throat. Released in that improbable, almost storybook year of 1982, it arrived not with a bang but with a hush—a whisper of mystery. You didn’t quite know what you were walking into, only that something unusual was waiting. And then it unfolds, and you realize you’re watching a director—Steven Spielberg—working at a level where instinct and craft fuse into something like grace. This is not just filmmaking; it’s a kind of emotional engineering, calibrated with uncanny precision and yet never feeling calculated. The creature itself—conceived by Carlo Rambaldi and voiced, unexpectedly and beautifully, by Debra Winger—is a triumph not because of its mechanics (though those are astonishing), but because of how completely we accept it. Spielberg, wisely, keeps it hidden at first, letting our imaginations do the work. By the time E.T. reveals himself, we’re already halfway in love. And then there’s the child at the center of it all. Henry Thomas, barely ten, gives a performance so nakedly sincere it almost feels indecent to watch. He doesn’t “act” loneliness—he simply is lonely, and the camera catches it the way a window catches rain. There’s a moment where he introduces E.T. to the geography of his bedroom, and it becomes a kind of sacred ritual: the mapping of a private universe, the laws of childhood articulated in whispers and gestures. It’s the gold standard of what we mean when we talk about imagination on film. You believe him so completely that Rambaldi’s creation becomes flesh by association. Thomas isn’t just the emotional anchor—he’s the film’s beating heart. The supporting cast—Dee Wallace, Drew Barrymore, Robert MacNaughton—orbit him with warmth and credibility, never overplaying, never condescending. And Melissa Mathison’s script has that rare quality of seeming to discover itself as it goes, like a child telling a story that becomes truer the longer it’s told. What some will lazily dismiss as “schmaltz” is, in fact, emotional clarity. There’s nothing manipulative about feeling something honestly. The film doesn’t force you to cry—it simply creates a world where crying feels like the most natural response in the world. And then the music—John Williams—which doesn’t accompany the film so much as lift it into the air. His score, perhaps his finest of the 1980s, doesn’t underline emotion; it releases it. By the time those final notes surge and swell, you don’t just watch the film—you ascend with it. For years, it stood as the highest-grossing film ever made, a testament not just to its popularity but to its universality. It wasn’t simply a hit; it was a shared experience, a cultural heartbeat. When it was eventually overtaken by Titanic, one couldn’t help but feel that something quieter, more intimate, had been edged aside by spectacle. But E.T. doesn’t need records to validate it—it lives in memory, which is the only place that matters. And thank heaven Spielberg resisted the temptation to revisit it. The proposed sequel—darker, crueler, populated by carnivorous alien nightmares—sounds like a betrayal of everything that made the original so luminous. Some stories are complete because they know when to stop. This one ends exactly where it should: with a goodbye that feels both devastating and, somehow, complete. What remains, decades later, is something almost impossibly delicate: a perfectly constructed fairy tale, the best Walt Disney film Walt never made. A fusion of commerce and art so seamless you forget those categories ever existed. It’s easy, now, to take its greatness for granted—but when it first appeared, it felt like a visitation. And in a way, it still does. And the 4K is just as wonderful. The colors pop, the soundtrack blasts John Williams iconic score. A no brainer purchase. Review: Best movie for all ages! - This is one of my most favorite movies that can be enjoyed by all age groups. Especially children and adults that are "young in heart and spirit!" I will be adding this to my collection of movies that I enjoy watching more than once. There were no problems with this video. Thankful!