Spielberg made his own bed, why’s he complaining about having to lie in it?
Audiences are strange. You can chase them, and try to manipulate them. Sometimes that works and sometimes it don’t.
We’ve all been there. In an alley. With a gun. A knife. A fist. Or with money, paying off a hit-man, not worrying about the grisly details. Sometimes people are inconvenient, is the thing, and what more convenient way to remove their inconvenience than by murdering them?