We took a family night and the three of us went to see Indiana Jones and the Kingdom of the Crystal Skull. Daa daa dadum da da da. We had a swell time and ate a large bag of popcorn while willingly suspending our sense of disbelief.
Michael grew up watching this series and Star Wars. It's hard to believe I was pregnant with him when the first Indy film came out. For the second film, I remember sitting in line for the first show in D.C., which I saw with a friend. The third film opened about six weeks before I met Len and was still in release that fall when he came to visit me at law school in Cleveland. We went to see the film at the big theater in Shaker Heights before it was broken up into three small screening rooms. I think it was actually the first movie we went to together.
I watched Raiders of the Lost Ark and The Last Crusade recently, so I was ready for any and all references. Like most of us, Steve, George and company seem to have erased Temple of Doom from the iconography. They have, however, included reference to The Young Indiana Jones Chronicles, which I happen to love.
Because I'm sure not everyone has seen it yet, I'll save most thoughts on specifics until another time. Except for one thing. Marion Ravenwood is still the best woman in the saga. No, two things. Unlike Raiders of the Lost Ark, Indiana Jones' presence is necessary in this film.