Post by Pulpmariachi on May 22, 2008 15:46:51 GMT -5
Nineteen years ago, when we last left Indiana Jones, he was riding off into the sunset, just having discovered and lost the Holy Grail, his father and his friends at his side. Over two years ago, when we last left Steven Spielberg, he had delivered quite possibly his bleakest, most depressing, and bitter movie to date. Prior to that, there were numerous rumors that the two would cross paths again and when Harrison Ford issued an ultimatum, George Lucas and company got their act together, went through numerous screenwriters, and turned out Indiana Jones and the Kingdom of the Crystal Skull. Spielberg promised this one for the fans.
Needless to say, expectations rose high; this is, after all, Indiana Jones, one of the greatest adventure heroes of cinema from one of the lost lauded trilogies of all time. Spielberg promised us a sweet dessert after the bitter herbs of Munich. Excitement ran through the wires of the Internet and through word of mouth, but there was so much that could wrong at the same time: Harrison Ford is well into his 60s; George Lucas continues on shelling out Star Wars movies, barely making them beyond mediocre; Spielberg isn’t the same filmmaker he once was, if his recent crop of movies from Schindler’s List onward proves, he’s taken a much darker turn and that whimsy and fascination and sense of fun that permeated Close Encounters of the Third Kind, ET: The Extra-Terrestrial, and Raiders of the Lost Ark has pretty much vanished. Added with the state of movie audiences in this day and age, who are far more cynical and pessimistic (a result of current policies and administrations?), there was a lot of potential for the fourth outing of Indiana Jones to fail.
But it didn’t.
No: Indiana Jones and the Kingdom of the Crystal Skull is a solid adventure picture, through and through, a border between the pulp-dime-novel-cliffhangers of the original trilogy and the weird sci-fi horrors from the 50s and 60s. Within five minutes after the start (ignore those prairie dogs), Spielberg has effectively and almost seamlessly taken us back into the world of the greatest daredevil archeologist. His silhouette appears on the side of cars, his icon hat hardly ever leaves his head, and his wit is a strong as ever. Within twenty minutes, you’re cheering for him all over again as he shows the Russians that he’s not someone who can be easily stepped over.
The plot isn’t any more complicated than any of the other films: there’s these bad guys becoming a world power who wish to obtain a supernatural artifact to further their cause and Indiana Jones must stop them. Story revolving around the crystal skull itself can get a little complicated, as we discover the Meso-American importance and such, but the plot leaves enough room for car chases through a University, investigation of an ancient cemetery, another chase through the jungle (complete with sword-fighting on the back of amphibious cars), and all the booby traps that adorn mythical landscapes that’s come to be expected out of this. As always, the chases are heart-pounding and it’s always fun to watch Jones figure out what he’s going to do next. Take out a forest cutter with a rocket launcher? Why not. Escape a warehouse using whips to swing himself from the overhead lights? That might work. Hide in a refrigerator to escape a nuclear blast? Better than any other idea. It’s how Indiana Jones roles and if you have a problem with that, you’re in the wrong movie, buddy.
There’s no denying that Harrison Ford seems to be able to turn the Indiana Jones role on and off and it’s a quite welcome decision that no one decided to pull a Bond and replace him. Shia LeBeouf proves himself to be making the right decisions and he’s one of the least annoying sidekicks in the franchise (I’m looking at you, Short Round). Karen Allen returns, one of the best choices anyone could have made, and she again takes one of the most well-developed and realized love interests in any movie series through her same able-to-hold-her-own/Help-me-Indy/I-can-handle-this-myself role that makes up the dear Marion Ravenwood. Ray Winstone, always creepy, is an excellent foil and Cate Blanchett provides one of the creepiest – maybe the most intelligent – villains in the series so far. They’re having fun in their roles, they’re here for the ride, the thrill, the sense of being back together (Ford and Allen at least), of just doing something because they wanted to, and that chemistry and excitement moves off the screen.
Spielberg again proves just how much of the greatest director he is, able to come off the human psyche examination that was Munich to this without any hitch. He can stage an action sequence, avoiding the quick-cutting, kinetic, in-your-face, CGI-camera, epic sweeping cinematography choices that so many others have chosen, instead letting the shots last longer, resuming his point-and-shoot, non-meticulous-looking style prominent in the earlier films. Jansuz Kaminski delivers his most non-Kaminski photography yet; though there’s still more desaturated lighting and beams through smoke than the other films.
The film’s weakest point comes in the CGI, though there’s minimal use of it. The prairie dogs at the beginning are too cute and out-of-place; swinging Tarzan monkeys don’t seem to come across as well as they were when they were written; and the ending does kind of have a tacky element about it, but that might be the genre that the film’s flirting with. And a tree of smoke with Indiana Jones standing beneath almost stretches the film’s own reality too far, though it does make for a good screen-shot.
A very solid, very fun film. Roger Ebert said it the best: “If you like the Indiana Jones movies, you’ll like this one.” And it’s true. So how does it compare? The safest way to view it, I think, is not to compare it to Raiders of the Lost Ark, which is so perfect that nothing can stand up to it. I’d say, compare it to the weakest entry, Indiana Jones and the Temple of Doom (which did have some spectacular action, but the constant screaming from the woman and the kid did take its toll quite early) and see how it goes there. It’s still early to weigh in its place within the franchise, but it’s still one great, one spectacularly fun ride.
A-
Needless to say, expectations rose high; this is, after all, Indiana Jones, one of the greatest adventure heroes of cinema from one of the lost lauded trilogies of all time. Spielberg promised us a sweet dessert after the bitter herbs of Munich. Excitement ran through the wires of the Internet and through word of mouth, but there was so much that could wrong at the same time: Harrison Ford is well into his 60s; George Lucas continues on shelling out Star Wars movies, barely making them beyond mediocre; Spielberg isn’t the same filmmaker he once was, if his recent crop of movies from Schindler’s List onward proves, he’s taken a much darker turn and that whimsy and fascination and sense of fun that permeated Close Encounters of the Third Kind, ET: The Extra-Terrestrial, and Raiders of the Lost Ark has pretty much vanished. Added with the state of movie audiences in this day and age, who are far more cynical and pessimistic (a result of current policies and administrations?), there was a lot of potential for the fourth outing of Indiana Jones to fail.
But it didn’t.
No: Indiana Jones and the Kingdom of the Crystal Skull is a solid adventure picture, through and through, a border between the pulp-dime-novel-cliffhangers of the original trilogy and the weird sci-fi horrors from the 50s and 60s. Within five minutes after the start (ignore those prairie dogs), Spielberg has effectively and almost seamlessly taken us back into the world of the greatest daredevil archeologist. His silhouette appears on the side of cars, his icon hat hardly ever leaves his head, and his wit is a strong as ever. Within twenty minutes, you’re cheering for him all over again as he shows the Russians that he’s not someone who can be easily stepped over.
The plot isn’t any more complicated than any of the other films: there’s these bad guys becoming a world power who wish to obtain a supernatural artifact to further their cause and Indiana Jones must stop them. Story revolving around the crystal skull itself can get a little complicated, as we discover the Meso-American importance and such, but the plot leaves enough room for car chases through a University, investigation of an ancient cemetery, another chase through the jungle (complete with sword-fighting on the back of amphibious cars), and all the booby traps that adorn mythical landscapes that’s come to be expected out of this. As always, the chases are heart-pounding and it’s always fun to watch Jones figure out what he’s going to do next. Take out a forest cutter with a rocket launcher? Why not. Escape a warehouse using whips to swing himself from the overhead lights? That might work. Hide in a refrigerator to escape a nuclear blast? Better than any other idea. It’s how Indiana Jones roles and if you have a problem with that, you’re in the wrong movie, buddy.
There’s no denying that Harrison Ford seems to be able to turn the Indiana Jones role on and off and it’s a quite welcome decision that no one decided to pull a Bond and replace him. Shia LeBeouf proves himself to be making the right decisions and he’s one of the least annoying sidekicks in the franchise (I’m looking at you, Short Round). Karen Allen returns, one of the best choices anyone could have made, and she again takes one of the most well-developed and realized love interests in any movie series through her same able-to-hold-her-own/Help-me-Indy/I-can-handle-this-myself role that makes up the dear Marion Ravenwood. Ray Winstone, always creepy, is an excellent foil and Cate Blanchett provides one of the creepiest – maybe the most intelligent – villains in the series so far. They’re having fun in their roles, they’re here for the ride, the thrill, the sense of being back together (Ford and Allen at least), of just doing something because they wanted to, and that chemistry and excitement moves off the screen.
Spielberg again proves just how much of the greatest director he is, able to come off the human psyche examination that was Munich to this without any hitch. He can stage an action sequence, avoiding the quick-cutting, kinetic, in-your-face, CGI-camera, epic sweeping cinematography choices that so many others have chosen, instead letting the shots last longer, resuming his point-and-shoot, non-meticulous-looking style prominent in the earlier films. Jansuz Kaminski delivers his most non-Kaminski photography yet; though there’s still more desaturated lighting and beams through smoke than the other films.
The film’s weakest point comes in the CGI, though there’s minimal use of it. The prairie dogs at the beginning are too cute and out-of-place; swinging Tarzan monkeys don’t seem to come across as well as they were when they were written; and the ending does kind of have a tacky element about it, but that might be the genre that the film’s flirting with. And a tree of smoke with Indiana Jones standing beneath almost stretches the film’s own reality too far, though it does make for a good screen-shot.
A very solid, very fun film. Roger Ebert said it the best: “If you like the Indiana Jones movies, you’ll like this one.” And it’s true. So how does it compare? The safest way to view it, I think, is not to compare it to Raiders of the Lost Ark, which is so perfect that nothing can stand up to it. I’d say, compare it to the weakest entry, Indiana Jones and the Temple of Doom (which did have some spectacular action, but the constant screaming from the woman and the kid did take its toll quite early) and see how it goes there. It’s still early to weigh in its place within the franchise, but it’s still one great, one spectacularly fun ride.
A-