We come in peace, and to jam

Close Encounters of the Third Kind

(1977)

OK, that is, I believe, three chances I've given this film over the years to enchant me, to enthrall me, to delight me. More than any of those, it bores me. Well, occasionally Richard Dreyfuss amused me, and it was fun to see Bob Balaban with hair, and Melinda Dillon distracted me with those "I know her--what is her name" self-queries, until it turned out at the end that her name was completely unfamiliar (though IMBd has just reminded me why she looks so familiar: she has a small but important role in Magnolia). Anyway, I don't think it's ever happening for me with this one; I give up.