Indiana Jones and the Kingdom of the Crystal Skull

I do not care to turn this blog into a media review site or any such nonsense. This, despite my recent pitching of Grand Theft Auto IV. And yes, I assure you, now my even more fervent assurance to you that the new Indiana Jones movie is, for lack of a better phrase, fuckin' incredible.

It is not modernized Indiana Jones. It is not targeted to today's jaded audience that has no time for subtlety or variable pacing. It is classic Indiana Jones. The good guys are a little bit bumbling, and a little bit dorky, a lot lucky and not at all bad-ass. The movie does not climax with the good guy getting one over on the bad guy with a catchy one-liner. It is Indy the way Indy is supposed to be. It is awesome.

I'm not surprised that the movie got something of a drubbing at Cannes. It isn't a movie that will appeal to hipster douchebags. It's not a sleeker, sexier Indiana Jones. If anything, it leans the other way. The movie seems to understand that the concept of an adult-targeted fun action film is as aged and grey as Harrison Ford is. They both deliver, though, if you still enjoy that kind of thing.