Thursday, April 9, 2009
MacGuffin and Me
I'm still surprised by the amount of anger generated by the last Indy movie. I mean, for anybody that actually saw Last Crusade, Crystal Skull shouldn't be so despised. I don't remember who first said it, but he was right when he said (and I'm paraphrasing a little here), "Indiana Jones is a very good trilogy, preceded by one kick ass movie." Crystal Skull is not Raiders. But neither was Temple of Doom and certainly not Last Crusade.
Everyone complained about the outrageous crap in the movie (nuke the fridge has undeservedly replaced the term jump the shark), but, and I might be mistaken, I seem to remember outrageous crap happening in the old Indy movies, i.e. falling from planes in a raft, ripping hearts out of living people, drinking water from the wrong cup and instantly aging. And as far as the Macguffin goes, aliens are just as reasonable as sacred river rocks and a magical wooden cup.
Despite its flaws, which it definitely has, Crystal Skull was still a decent movie. It was fun to watch Indy on the big screen again. No, it wasn't the best movie of the year. But Indy movies were never meant to be. Indy is just a saturday morning popcorn serial. Just like Star Wars. So please, pull up your underoos, let go of your mother's bloated teats, and stop crying about Lucas raping your childhood.