I guess that maybe I don't really have any sort of license to call something Spielbergian considering I conciously avoid watching most Spielberg movies so I don't exactly have a lot to compare to, but . . .
When I used that word, I was implying that I was disgusted with this film's use of the mass-audience-appealing mixture of drama and comedy, and Bill Paxton doing a surfer accent and acting like a Keanu Reeves idiot, and people making jokes about a butch puerto rican lesbian, and all this stereotypical, action movie, summer blockbuster bullshit that is so against everything I find attractive or interesting about a movie. I was also disgusted by how much of a variance it was from the first film, which I loved. I thought they took something dramatic and thought-provoking and beautiful and turned it into pure shit.
