On a more serious note, though, unlike other pundits–who actually found something in this film to take apart and analyze–I found the film to be one big mess. Until I realized that Spielberg was showing us what the inside of a liberal head looks like: I alternated between boredom, confusion, anger and depression; I finally knew what it felt like to be a liberal.

I think the convoluted message he was trying to get across, though, was that violence begets violence. I need Spielberg to tell me violence begets violence? I can get that from Madonna. And guess what: non-violence begets violence more. Just look at France.