But it pales a bit beside Woody Allen’s “Radio Days” (1987), for example, and it makes the common mistake of examining all the family mishegas, instead of focusing on the development of Sammy and his artistry.
More similar to Woody Allen’s autobiographical “Radio Days” than it is to European art films such as “The 400 Blows” and “Amarcord” (the more highbrow models other directors typically point to when re-creating their childhoods), “The Fabelmans” invites audiences into the home and headspace of the world’s most beloved living director, an oddly sanitized zone where even the trauma — which includes anti-Semitism, financial disadvantage and divorce — seems to go better with fresh-buttered popcorn.