(Paramount)
Runtime: 124 min
As Harrison Ford filming Indiana Jones and the Last Crusade, Shia LeBeouf was still wearing a diaper. Now Shia joins Harrison as Spielberg renews Indiana Jones franchise. In this fourth installment of the Indy Jones series, age is not a problem. The 65 year old Harrison Ford still kicks and trading punches with his enemies.
This time the most soughted artefact is the crystal skull, believed to posess a power beyond earthly realms. To make Harrison age logical to the story line, now Indy lives in 1957, exactly 19 years after the last Indy film. America is in the middle of cold war, thus communist Russia as the enemy seems plausible. Opened in Nevada desert, the 50s got their taste from one of Elvis’s song, and then some fascinating action happened as Irina Spalko (Cate Blanchett), leader of the Soviet Army's unit whose hair resembles Chigurh’s wife, push Indiana Jones to search for something mysterious.
Spielberg fan got a hint from this opening scene, skinny fingers appeared of a bag and reference to Roswell 1947 (The X Files fans are jumping euphorically) indicates that alien play a large part here. Then Shia LeBeouf as Mutt Williams popped in, decked out in black leather jacket and cap, a la Marlon Brando. Mutt ask Indiana at his Marshall College to help rescue his mother, who we later find out along with Indy, it is his old love Marion from Raiders of the lost Ark and indicates that relation between Mutt and Indiana is more than we ever thought. Spielberg and Lucas also put a lot of homage from previous Indy movies, like a picture of Sean Connery on Indy’s desk. Another reference of the 50s were also present, a hint that McCarthysim of communist witch hunt has made the academic scholar uneasy.
The action scenes were fascinating (and defying logic), from the jungle of Peru to the temple of Akator, Spielberg and Lucas filled it with enough fights, effects, family feud and humor. For those remembering watching Raiders from VHS, this is a nostalgic journey, the whip, fedora and the John Williams score reminded us of the good old 80s that some icons are deeply etched in our collective conscience.