My all-time favorite movie is Close Encounters of the Third Kind (1977). For me, it is Spielberg at his best, and it captures the awe and wonder of "what's out there." I re-watch pretty much every year, and always have a warm fuzzy feeling about it. It's kind of a real-world take on the "longing for adventure", Luke Skywalker kind of thing, you know?
That is, until my wife pointed out that we're meant to empathize with what is essentially a deadbeat dad who abandoned his family to follow a feeling. Is this not a tragedy instead?
I think that both are entirely valid perspectives on the film, and reflect different priorities and different emotional responses to the film's content.
Just as so many people love Ghostbusters and the zingy all-American repartee between the characters, and other people find key aspects to certain characters and portrayals annoying or repellent.