http://www.geebobg.com/2008/05/25/ready-for-my-wga-card/ Americlecticintellectica Thu, 04 Dec 2008 08:11:11 +0000 http://wordpress.org/?v=2.6 http://www.geebobg.com/2008/05/25/ready-for-my-wga-card/#comment-3926 Burt Fri, 30 May 2008 01:01:15 +0000 http://www.geebobg.com/2008/05/25/ready-for-my-wga-card/#comment-3926 I also enjoyed the movie, but I’m a Harrison Ford fan and while this incarnation of Indiana Jones is perhaps slightly more lackluster than the previous 3, one has to consider the script and direction roles in his performance. I’m also a nit picker and had to remind myself to suspend disbelief at the quirky ways the laws of physics were also suspended and if they were to be superimposed on <i>REALITY</i> the resulting mashup would tend to make the movie impossible to enjoy. So never mind the eclectic magnetic attraction of the interdimensional artifacts – gunpowder, lead, some (but not all) pieces of gold, and many ferrous items such as swords were eschewed by the presumably conscious field (<i>”It told me to”</i>) or the convenient dual lane jungle track in the upper Amazon and scads of improbable at best situations. Indy’s insouciance is worth the price of admission ($11 – Fandango) as you just don’t get such nonchalance in Harrison’s other (serious) roles – save (less serious) Han Solo. It was that and the inside references that made it enjoyable for me and let’s not forget that this isn’t great literature nor should it attempt to be. I could carp about loads of discontinuities and inconsistencies but why? I could bemoan the multitudinous lost opportunities for plot thickening, such as Spalko using her well known Soviet Sexual Blackmail Training feminine wiles to seduce Mutt forcing a choice between blood and lust. I’ll probably see it again at least once but it’s for Harrison’s mystique and little else. I also enjoyed the movie, but I’m a Harrison Ford fan and while this incarnation of Indiana Jones is perhaps slightly more lackluster than the previous 3, one has to consider the script and direction roles in his performance. I’m also a nit picker and had to remind myself to suspend disbelief at the quirky ways the laws of physics were also suspended and if they were to be superimposed on REALITY the resulting mashup would tend to make the movie impossible to enjoy. So never mind the eclectic magnetic attraction of the interdimensional artifacts – gunpowder, lead, some (but not all) pieces of gold, and many ferrous items such as swords were eschewed by the presumably conscious field (”It told me to”) or the convenient dual lane jungle track in the upper Amazon and scads of improbable at best situations. Indy’s insouciance is worth the price of admission ($11 – Fandango) as you just don’t get such nonchalance in Harrison’s other (serious) roles – save (less serious) Han Solo. It was that and the inside references that made it enjoyable for me and let’s not forget that this isn’t great literature nor should it attempt to be. I could carp about loads of discontinuities and inconsistencies but why? I could bemoan the multitudinous lost opportunities for plot thickening, such as Spalko using her well known Soviet Sexual Blackmail Training feminine wiles to seduce Mutt forcing a choice between blood and lust. I’ll probably see it again at least once but it’s for Harrison’s mystique and little else.

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