WARNING: MOVIE SPOILER AHEAD!
What’s worse than shattering a boyish myth? Nothing!
When a dearly held myth is destroyed, one is left completely exhausted and drained. Despondent. And left with that age-old question: WHY?
After watching the completely disappointing fourth instalment last night, I felt that I should have gone with my gut instinct and shunned it. What utter crap! I mean come on, I know they might need a transition to create a franchise (I hate that word in films) but this is a very bad way of doing it. And what’s with them going dreamy about Sean Connery? Couldn’t they afford his fee to integrate him in a dream sequence? Believe me that would not have been out of place in this crap.
I also realise that a good plot now seem to be a secondary consideration when hundreds of millions are spent on a production, and it showed. I think they must have thought that those special effects will suffice, but someone should disabuse them of that notion. They took a completely fantastic series of films and destroyed them in the minds of millions who idolised that swashbuckling hero, jumping from trains, dodging boulders, diving into forests, fighting with natives, going into snake-filled tombs, jumping from air planes, and doing the right thing by rescuing relics from the hands of evil, and turned him into a 60-year-old woosy who says something like “tell me it’s a rope” as he is afraid of a giant rat snake that his just-discovered son threw to him to grab hold on to rescue out of a dry-sand pit (as opposed to wet-sand), a snake that apart from it evidently plastic, has already been used to rescue the mother, an old Jones flame.
(excuse me for borrowing a fine expression from early teen girls here)
I don’t think I’ll bother keeping the initial 3 instalments now, anyone wants to buy 3 oft-used collector edition Indiana Jones DVDs?