It's Monday evening. Arguably the most anticipated action flick of the summer, Indiana Jones and the Kingdom of the Crystal Skull, debuted last Thursday. And I'm only now writing about it.
Oh, well. It's not like they pay me to do this stuff. And I could ply you with all kinds of excuses about sparkling lakes, bustling farmer's markets, midnight Moulin Rouge, and pink dreadlocks (damn straight), but you want to know what I thought about the movie. Right? Of course right.
It kicked ass, people. Indy's back. Yeah, he's a crusty old coot now, but he still gives good whip. Same goes for Spielberg and Lucas, who have delivered the most captivating, breath-catching movie I've seen in a good while.
Nuclear blasts. Sword fights atop racing Jeeps. Plummets down waterfalls. Carnivorous army ants. Seriously, there was barely time to breathe.
And as far as newcomers go, I can't decide which I loved better: Shia LaBoeuf and his comb, or Cate Blanchett and her moose-and-squirrel accent. Oh, who am I kidding? Cate. It's always going to be Cate.
So obviously I loved it. And as sacrilegious as I know this will be... I liked it better than Raiders. I know, I know, but there it is.