When it first made its theatrical run, I thought Spielberg's offering of CLOSE ENCOUNTERS was campy weak sauce.  (After all, I was into the 'Star Wars' craze of the time.)  I mean, come on:  Richard Dreyfuss sculpting on a heap of mashed potatoes in a (futile) attempt to recreate the image of Devil's Tower; earthlings communicating with a highly advanced civilization via. . .muscial notes.  My eye muscles were sore due to the constant rolling of them.  I was (and is) a huge fan of Spielberg's 'Jaws'; with this sci-fi pseudo epic, I had thought the young director badly missed the mark.  There weren't even any Jedi lightsabers, for cryin' out loud.