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There’s nothing in the history of the movies quite like the delicate moment that sets the tone in “Close Encounters of the Third Kind.” It’s when little Cary Guffey, as a 3-year-old named Barry, wakes up in the middle of the night to discover that his toys have come noisily to life, the kitchen floor is strewn with food, and a bright light beckons from beyond the front porch of his house in rural Indiana. Round-faced and wide-eyed, Barry contemplates his surroundings calmly. Then a smile slowly forms on his lips. Somehow he…