A while back I went with a friend to see the latest, and hopefully last, installment of the Indiana Jones films, “Indiana Jones and the Kingdom of the Crystal Skull.”
All in all, it was not a bad experience. The film is nothing special mind you, but on its own terms, and in relation to the other films in the series, it’s not the worst one of the set (“Temple of Doom”), nor is it the best (“Last Crusade”).
But, to me, the most surprising thing about the entire movie is that there is so little to say about the thing; I enjoyed it, laughed a bit here and there (from both the script and my snarky comments), and I didn’t feel that my friend had wasted his gift certificate on our tickets.
The other shocker about the film is how reviews just don’t make sense in relation to it; the people who are going to see it don’t need a review to convince them, just as people who don’t want to see it won’t be persuaded by a glowing review from anyone, from a friend to (insert any prestigious critic’s name here).
So in short, three cheers for a higher class of brainless summer blockbusters; we need them now more than ever.
And may “Indiana” and Spielberg stop while they’re ahead; we might not be so forgiving next time.