Every Steven Spielberg hater is alike, while every Spielberg defender defends him in their own way. In a crowd of twenty, hardly two of them will have the same favorites. One of them will harangue you about the surprising nuance of Munich; one of them will make some exhaustingly contrarian defense of Temple of Doom, the most divorced movie ever made; one of them will point at the sheer thematic and emotional Magnitude of the prestige ‘90s films as you would point at an elephant, wordlessly; one of them will explain why Lincoln isn’t, despite appearances, the quintessence of feckless Obama-era compromise-for-its-own-sake liberalism. I bet somebody somewhere even thinks The Post is a masterpiece.