Review of "E.T. The Extra-Terrestrial"

Review of “E.T. The Extra(ˈekstrə)-Terrestrial(təˈrestrēəl)”

By Roger Ebert

Dear Raven(ˈrāvən) and Emil(ə):

Sunday we sat on the big green couch and watched “E.T. The Extra-Terrestrial” together with your mommy and daddy. It was the first time either of you had seen it, although you knew a little of what to expect because we took the “E.T.” ride(rīd) together at the Universal tour(to͝or). I had seen the movie lots of times since it came out in 1982, so I kept one eye on the screen and the other on the two of you. I wanted to see how a boy on his fourth birthday, and a girl who had just turned 7 a week ago, would respond to the movie.

Well, it “worked” for both of you, as we say in Grandpa Roger’s business.

Raven, you never took your eyes off the screen–not even when it looked like E.T. was dying and you had to scoot(sko͞ot) over next to me because you were afraid(əˈfrād).

Emil, you had to go sit on your dad’s knee a couple of times, but you never stopped watching, either. No trips to the bathroom or looking for lost toys: You were watching that movie with all of your attention.