The Storyteller
As a boy, Steven Spielberg was fascinated by the night sky, by the moon and stars common to us all, and his life’s work is a kind of constellation all its own, full of fixed images we all recognize, from anywhere on earth. Just gaze up at them in the dark. The light of these stars first shone from movie screens, starting nearly 50 years ago: a shark fin scything through the waters off Amity Island. An airborne boy with an alien in his basket, bicycling by moonlight. Somewhere in that firmament is an archaeologist fond of bullwhips and fedoras, and a velociraptor running rampant through his jungle theme park. These images are set, in the multiplex of your mind’s eye, to composer John Williams’s dread-inducing theme from Jaws, or his soaring…