Greetings from Justin‘s flat, where I am part-way through my week’s tour of the east of Scotland.
In a nutshell, and without giving too much away, Indiana Jones and the Kingdom of the Crystal Skull sees the franchise “jump the shark“. At what particular point I don’t know, but with fridges in nuclear blasts, aliens, and triple waterfall survival, you’re spoilt for choice.
The plot is weak and preposterous, even for a Hollywood action film, and the film takes the traditional concepts of Indiana Jones way beyond where they were in the previous three.
The first three Indy films had touches of the supernatural, the unexplained, and the mysterious… but it was the fact that the truth was never entirely revealed in the films (much as the X-Files would later make its signature) made them vaguely thoughtful and compelling. Meanwhile, this latest offering goes right over that line with no apologies.
On the plus side, the acting is quite good (although Charles “Uncle Jim” Widmore displays a terrible American accent), Harrison Ford is his usual enigmatic self (and looks great for his age), and the progress of the film is fast and never boring. The special effects, action sequences and fight scenes are also excellent, there’s some nice humour that keeps us entertained and which nods nicely back to the previous Indy films, and overall it is a couple of hours of mindless, entertaining nonsense.
However, I can’t help thinking that it was a bit too mindless, a bit too nonsense, a film that stained the reputation of a great cinematic brand, and as such a film that shouldn’t have been made.