The following review contains spoilers.
I came away from Indiana Jones 4 feeling only a sense of disappointment.
It started off pretty well, though the opening action sequence is not a patch on the previous movies, even the much maligned Temple of Doom. A grave disappointment considering the budget. However, after the unmistakable outline of Jones in fedora comes onto the screen, my eyes widened in anticipation. After Jones is punched in the face, accompanied by the classic ‘biff’ sound effect of the previous movies, nostalgic memories from my childhood came flooding back, and my hopes for the movie rose even higher. Hearing that sound was like hearing an old friend.
However, it soon became clear that the rest of the movie was always struggling to live up to the previous movies’ legacy. There’s nothing particularly bad about Indiana Jones and the Crystal Skull, but it remains merely watchable throughout, and never really grips the audience. There are a couple of decent action scenes, a race across the university campus is a throwback to the light-heartedness of the previous movie, and the tank chase across the jungle also shows brief moments of creative genius from Spielberg.
However Indiana Jones and the Crystal Skull is marred by the implausibility factor. As an example, the invincibility of Indy compared to the previous movies is similar to that superhero quality John McClane inherited in Die Hard 4, only taken to a higher level. Maybe that’s old age for you. This change is immediately apparent after Indy survives none other than, wait for it, a direct hit from a nuclear blast, by hiding in a fridge, that is, for no particular reason I might add, lined with lead (like that’s going to help.) I’m no nuclear physicist, but it’s not only radiation that makes those nukes such a bitch! In an adventure movie, I’m completely prepared to suspend my disbelief, but only to a point. And aside from this, the fact is, whilst the scene is admittedly a memorable one, it does nothing to advance the story at all. Unfortunately, the entire movie is made up of such moments; Indy escapes only to become captured again; and he fights tribal warriors straight out of Apocalypto, who have presumably been hiding for centuries waiting for Jones to show up.
The patent invincibility of the main characters began to bother me after a while. After driving off a cliff, and then tumbling hundreds of feet over three waterfalls, none of the characters shows any sign of injury. Such events occurred throughout the previous movies, but never to so many characters simultaneously. In this movie, Indy may be hit plenty of times, but he never really seems hurt. It brings to mind the recent King Kong movie, where the main characters ought to count their lucky stars and call it a day. The result is that no real tension is built up – the characters don’t seem worried about one another’s safety, so why should the audience?
The fact is, bar a couple of the action scenes, Indiana Jones hits a level no higher than, say 1999’s The Mummy. In fact, it even seems to borrow directly from this movie, particularly with scenes involving a swarm of blood sucking ants with supernatural intelligence (granted for no other reason than it makes for a ‘cool’ special effects moment). Were it not for the undeniable charm of Harrison Ford, I can’t help but feel like taken on its own terms, The Mummy is perhaps the superior movie, but it’s difficult to say, since I love Indy so much.
I was looking forward to the return of Karen Allen, but she’s reduced to a completely peripheral character, with woefully short screen time. She has barely any dialogue and seems a completely different character from the feisty, sexy Marion from Raiders. I would have liked to see her smack the crap out of Cate Blanchett, for example, but all she does in this movie is drive a jeep. I was not impressed upon hearing the casting of Shia LeBoeuf, but despite being a character straight out of the wisecracking rogue stereotype manual, he is one of the brighter points of the movie, not that that counts for much, compared to the dullness of the others.
I guess Cate Blanchett does okay, but I never really expected her to be the main villain of the piece, and ultimately became disappointed when she turned out to be just that. As a villain, she doesn’t have the ruthlessness nor the wits to be Indy’s equal, and that is to the movie’s detriment. She simple doesn’t come across as evil enough, and as a result, the movie was lacking a strong antagonist throughout. Ray Winstone and John Hurt’s characters are tiresome and contribute nothing to the plot. Honestly, their only purpose seems to slow down Indy and crowd the action scenes, especially WInstone’s character, who is neither lovable as an ally, nor has any sign of intelligence or ambition to make his mark as an antagonist of any note.
I also felt that many of the jokes fell a little flat; there was no real quality in the dialogue, nor indeed was any emotional connection between them built up across the movie, a connection that might have been developed had the characters been in any real danger.
With recent movies such as the afformentioned The Mummy trilogy and National Treasure not being able to hold a candle to the original Indiana Jones movies, it became down to the master of film, Steven Spielberg, to show them how it’s done best, but for all the promises of good old fashioned action sequences, as is too often the case with the summer blockbusters, the special effects take precedence once again.
The real star of the movie is undoubtedly Harrison Ford, who has lost none of his charm over the years. I had my doubts over Ford’s ability to carry the role at 65, but Ford is in incredible shape, and whilst the hair is greyer than before, he is no less agile.
With nearly twenty years since the last adventure, one would hope that some of that time would be spent on the script. However, the shoddy, disjointed plot is exemplified early on in the movie; after Mutt takes great efforts to have his beloved motorbike flown over to Peru. Fair enough, you might say, were it not for the fact that said motorbike plays no role WHATSOEVER in the rest of the movie. I’m no action choreographer, but a bike chase, preferably one with Indy on horseback alongside would have made the movie for me, not to mention actually making some sort of sense.
That’s not to mention the two ‘twists’ in the movie’s plot. The first, Shia turning out to be Indy’s son was something I really hoped wouldn’t happen. I even believed the quotes from the producers beforehand, trusting them to know best. However, it was pretty clear from the beginning that this was what was going to happen. I actually have no real problem with the character of Mutt himself, but Indiana Jones shouldn’t have a son in the first place. Honestly, they already did the father-son thing about ten times better in Last Crusade! Give me a break! The rumours that another series of movies will star Shia Leboeuf is worrying news. There can be only one Indiana Jones.
Still, it could have been worse, as I actually quite liked Mutt’s character. The final ending however, is where you could feel the collective gasp of horror from the entire audience, as Indy discovers that the Crystal Skull belongs to none other than…. aliens from outer space. Great, so Indiana Jones is now facing his future adventures battling aliens. What’s next, Indy in 1970, working with NASA and going out into space?
Jones is an archaeologist, and the writers should have kept him that way. The sight of the mile wide UFO coming out of the ground makes a complete mockery not only of the entire movie, but the entire series. It not only abandons the traditions of the previous movies, but the whole situation is so ridiculous that it makes the events no longer take place in a possible historical universe, but in a world that is so completely unbelievable that the writers are free to determine explanations for archaeology that make no possible sense.
Just as in his previous alien movie, War of the Worlds, I was left cheated, thinking you son of a bitch, Spielberg, don’t you dare end this movie now! An action movie doesn’t have to end with an explosive, thrilling finale, as Spielberg proved in the first and third movies, with ending full of mystery and intrigue, especially, in my opinion, the third movie, which has one of the most touching and sweet moments in movie history in that incredible final scene where Indy turns down the chance of claiming the Holy Grail and listens to his father’s judgement – a more perfect ending, I cannot imagine. It is this sort of moment that is sorely missing in Indy’s latest adventure, and whilst it could have been worse, the huge budget would have been better spent on some writers.