Though I'm probably a bit tardy here, what with the one of the big summer movies getting ready to leave theaters, such a cinematic event couldn't escape my attention as I'm just an up and coming blogger.
Suffice to say, the latest installment in Indiana Jones's adventures met mixed reviews. Seriously mixed reviews. Cocktails made by a bi-polar transsexual couldn't mix more than these reviews. That said, among my peers, there was an overwhelming sense of disappointment. Why they cried, why foul Indy so?
And yeah, the movie was not so much godawful so much as it was just... Lacking. Like it showed up and just said, "Yeah, I'm Indy and here's my hat and blah, blah, blah. Where's the booze?"
We here at Hopefully Entertained prefer not to dwell on the fact that grandpa has passed out in a stupor, mumbling about the "good ol' days" while attempting to sleep-fondle himself, but on the highlight(s) that made this movie watchable.
Namely, one scene. The motorcycle chase sequence.
No overly fancy stuntwork, no CG, no tricks that couldn't be done by anybody with a camcorder, some vehicles past their insurance payments and some willing idiots/friends.
You can tell me the rest of that movie was delivered with a personal hate letter from God directed at the movie-going public, but that motorcycle chase was AWESOME.
It started with a fight ("Hit him. In the college, hit him.") and ended with a great visual and line (Dr. Jones on motorcycle with James Dean, er, Mutt exiting building as he's saying- "If you wanna be a good archaeologist, you gotta get out of the library!"). I can quote that scene verbatim thanks to my job at a theater- and I like to because it's so cool.
That kind of scene was what made Indy so awesome twenty years ago and the fact that it survived the prarie dogs, ants and Evil Russians means there's still a little shine on the old dog's gunbelt in my mind. At least till the medication wears off.
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