davidehrlich’s review published on Letterboxd :
the first half feels like a cartoonish homage to Altman (what the actual *fuck* is that scene where all of the firefighters dance with Holly Hunter?)
the second half feels like Spielberg is engaging in a savagely masochistic act of self-parody.
by design, the movie puts all of its weight on the easy sentiment that Spielberg's critics often accuse him of using as a crutch.
also, yes, this movie exists.