Let me start by saying I love the Indiana Jones movies. Bought 'em on DVD the day they were released and I've watched them repeatedly. So I went in to the theatre with only one prayer to the movie gods: Please don't let this movie suck. Don't let Lucas and Spielberg redact Indiana Jones and ruin the memory of the original trilogy the way Lucas Jar-Jar-ed the Star Wars saga to death with his poorly directed, poorly acted, poorly conceived prequels.
The good news? In no way does this film make a mockery of the previous movies the way the Star Wars prequels did. I suspect that Spielberg probably had Lucas's vitamins replaced with prozac during filming to keep George from replacing Shia LaBeouf with an entirely CGI robot sidekick.
Go get 'em Mistuh Jodes!
I'd also bet that George at some point skipped those vitamins and that was the day he decided on Shia's character being named "Mutt" and scripted his ridiculously Brando-esque entrance. Subtle is not a word in George's vocabulary. Fortunately, this film feels a lot more like Spielberg than Lucas.
It's big, noisy, silly and just a hell of a lot of fun.
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Where is my dear Sutter Kane? I was really hoping for the grim, written truth about how horribly this movie played out.
The best description I've heard thus far is "you didn't see any of it coming and when it did, you wished it would go away."
CGI ants, monkeys and aliens, oh my...
oh dear...
1 of 1 | Posted by onlyangelic | Posted on June 3, 2008 6:56 AM