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Viper wrote:I saw it Wednesday night and then again on Thursday, but didn't post cos I was the last person to post! I know I can after a while, but I still felt like a d*ck doing it.
But I totally truly madly deeply loved it. It in fact p*ssed me off that so many critics and commentators and fans had gotten me all worried about stupid stuff that didn't even register!
For example:
The whole "Tarzan LeBeef" thing, where he "used" the monkeys to "attack" the Russkies that all the fan nits were ranting about on aintitcool. I thought it was going to be some bizarre Dr Doliitle moment with him swinging through the jungle for five hours wearing a loincloth! The whole thing was on screen for like, five seconds- and I'm sorry, if that makes you hate a film you're a simpleton who will never like anything. You're one of those "The Phantom Menace bummed and then ate my childhood" types, who flashes their e-penis around by talking about how George Lucas touched you in your bathing suit area by daring to make Attack Of The Clones.
Get. Over. It.
As for the rest of the film- loved the snake rope. Loved the motorbike chase and then the student asking him questions. Loved his expression on seeing Marion and the rocks all hovering in the air at the end. Loved the creepy cemetary (sooooooooo Indiana Jones!) and the first time he swings on his whip. Loved LeBeef, loved Marion, loved loved loved Cate Blanchette!
Which is another thing I disagree with most people about- I didn't think her performance was weird. I thought it kicked some serious booty. I'd say she's one of the best villains in the entire series, cos not only is she cool and bad and evil in that Indy Othery Foreigny type of way (as all good pulp villains should be), but she actually got down and dirty and fought for the MacGuffin. That's how bad she wanted it. And you believed that she believed in its power, and so it made the MacGuffin more scary and believable.
She was a better villain than Donovan or Belloq, I thought. And LeBeef was as good a sidekick as Short Round.
Oh, and as for Indy "just being a bystander" at the end, as some critics/bummed by George Lucas types have said- chew on this:
If Indy hadn't been a part of Raiders, the end would have been exactly the same. They would have found the Ark, and melted their faces off with or without Indy.
I have no idea why I'm arguing with the George Lucas Bummed Me club here, but there we have it. Maybe it's because it's weird how much all the talk surrounding the movie actually made me appreciate it more. It's a true Indy film, for God's sake! Indy on crutches trying to find the lost hair bobble of some person down the road is better than 99% of films out there. I would pay good money to see Indiana Jones And The Lost Hair Bobble Of Some Person. I would even pay good money to see Shia LeBeef And The Really Bad Fifties Haircut over Transformers 2: More Metal Things You Can't Quite Distinguish From The Background.
Oh, but I was psyched when he grabbed the hat back too, VL! Like he was saying- I'm still Indy, kid. I'm not done yet.
And when the movie started in the midnight screening I went to, some bloke shouted out: Go on, Indy! Like go on, my son! And it was awesome. And two people at the front had the hats and the whips and I almost slept with them both.



=hugs Viper and jumps* around in Indy-lust-induced circles, whatever that means=
However, George Lucas did rape my childhood. That's why my childhood got mixed up with the wrong crowd and was last spotted headed for Tucson on the back of a Harley Davidson with a coke addict named Bruno.




Read, listen, and be edumacated!
I'm finding it tiresome now.What are they trying to do?



Son of Tubbs returns! wrote:I'm finding it tiresome now.What are they trying to do?




Voodoo Lady wrote:I'm still half tempted to feel insulted, just 'cause I can.


Either you and I are tiresome and should feel insulted or Paul was pissed and thought for some reason that this was NAFF.
Ohh sorry Ladies!
Viper, my friends and I did a really poorly planned drinking game while rewatching the Indy films. The rule when you hear the Wilhelm scream is to glug whatever is left in your glass.

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