E.T. and me

Tonight I'm going to Screen on the Green at Piedmont Park; the movie showing is E.T., made back in Spielberg's hey-day (he hasn't made a good film since Jurassic Park) with a very young Drew Barrymore. It really is a good movie; an American classic. When E.T. and Elliot fly across the moon, I'm not sure if I'll be able to control my emotion.

In my backpack: blanket to lay on (check), mosquito repellent (check), Reese's Pieces to eat at the exact same time that E.T. does (check!!!).

So was E.T. like, Jesus? Remember the sermon of the good Reverend Lovejoy:

"I remember another gentle visitor from the heavens, he came in peace and then died, only to come back to life, and his name was E.T., the extra terrestrial. I loved that little guy."

But there's something to this. He was persecuted, did sort of die, but then came back to life. Elliot's family had a single mother named "Mary". He "resurrected" that flower (one of my favorite parts!). Um, and there's that scene where E.T. gets into drag....um, I haven't read the Good Book that closely, but maybe there's something similar in there somewhere....

So, as I close, in the words of E.T.: "Be good."