Unfortunately, either our VHS copy of E.T., the cords, or the player were acting up (there was sound but no video), and I was on a time crunch so I couldn't fiddle around with it too much. So, Netflix it was on this Hallowe'en night (that's my two dogs watching).
I have strong memories of being terrified by the corn field scene. I also remember watching it at school in grade 4 or 5 and a well-meaning teacher who was standing guard by the volume button only managed to quick-mute the "breath" part of Elliott's "penis breath" line. I was always disturbed by pasty-white E.T. in the ravine.
All of that is still there for me, now coupled with the appreciation of a film well-made.
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