WHAAAAAAHOOOOOO!!!!!
I &hearts my Indy. Seriously, the people with such a hate for this movie? Simply don't get it.
I'm tellin' ya. Any "I don't get it" voices in the audience were all >under the age of twenty-five, and that's estimating high.
Yeah, okay, if you're just a movie-goer, or you were looking for this thing your parents raved about, y'know, you're not gonna get it. If you need your pop culture references in your face and current... I'm sure you can get your money back at the desk.
I'm not saying it's subtle. It's far from subtle. But we're talking the man who epitomizes Jagermonster Philosophy (see panel #4) here.
Indy isn't supposed to be slick, or ironic and it sure as hell isn't supposed to be plausible. It's supposed to be Indy.
I'll admit, I was wary. Kingdom of the Crystal Skull? Sounds almost as bad as The Clone Wars, right? Aliens? Not my Indy.
But, what I forgot, Lucas and Spielberg nailed dead on. This isn't a fantasy-adventure set in the fifties, this is a fantasy adventure set in the mythology of the American Fifties. And there were no mythologies stronger than the Big Red Machine and Life Out There. It was a pre-Trek world of "Spacemen" and insinuations, where all the marvels of the world came from beings from beyond our planet (sound familiar, Stargate fans?) and if your communist buddy tricked you, it logically followed that you were a dirty commie, too.
And believe it or not, the Soviet Union did have a fairly intensive psychic research interest. Spielberg and Lucas didn't have to make that one up.
This movie hearkens back to a movie-universe where men were men and minions were disposable. When archeology and treasure-hunt meant the same thing and a million guns could never beat a single bull-whip. It remembers when movies weren't supposed to be real, but rather simply to entertain.
And kid? Don't even think you're ready for the fedora.
Um YEAH, there's spoilers. And don't tell me it's my fault for putting it after the cut. You still couldn't see them till you clicked, and what kind of an idiot clicks a cut like that without expecting spoilers.
(P.S. Yes, I'm a fangirl, but the instant I end up with a phone that can do custom ringtones, I am so going to find a way to get the Indy theme as mine.)
I'm tellin' ya. Any "I don't get it" voices in the audience were all >under the age of twenty-five, and that's estimating high.
Yeah, okay, if you're just a movie-goer, or you were looking for this thing your parents raved about, y'know, you're not gonna get it. If you need your pop culture references in your face and current... I'm sure you can get your money back at the desk.
I'm not saying it's subtle. It's far from subtle. But we're talking the man who epitomizes Jagermonster Philosophy (see panel #4) here.
Indy isn't supposed to be slick, or ironic and it sure as hell isn't supposed to be plausible. It's supposed to be Indy.
I'll admit, I was wary. Kingdom of the Crystal Skull? Sounds almost as bad as The Clone Wars, right? Aliens? Not my Indy.
But, what I forgot, Lucas and Spielberg nailed dead on. This isn't a fantasy-adventure set in the fifties, this is a fantasy adventure set in the mythology of the American Fifties. And there were no mythologies stronger than the Big Red Machine and Life Out There. It was a pre-Trek world of "Spacemen" and insinuations, where all the marvels of the world came from beings from beyond our planet (sound familiar, Stargate fans?) and if your communist buddy tricked you, it logically followed that you were a dirty commie, too.
And believe it or not, the Soviet Union did have a fairly intensive psychic research interest. Spielberg and Lucas didn't have to make that one up.
This movie hearkens back to a movie-universe where men were men and minions were disposable. When archeology and treasure-hunt meant the same thing and a million guns could never beat a single bull-whip. It remembers when movies weren't supposed to be real, but rather simply to entertain.
And kid? Don't even think you're ready for the fedora.
Um YEAH, there's spoilers. And don't tell me it's my fault for putting it after the cut. You still couldn't see them till you clicked, and what kind of an idiot clicks a cut like that without expecting spoilers.
(P.S. Yes, I'm a fangirl, but the instant I end up with a phone that can do custom ringtones, I am so going to find a way to get the Indy theme as mine.)