[aspinswramymn]

Tonight, I lost my faith in Indiana Jones.

It broke my heart. It really did. But I couldn't blame Indy. I can't blame the character; it wasn't his fault. He didn't choose this adventure, and he certainly didn't write the tale. So it's not him.

I'm not sure who to blame.

Whilst watching Crystal Skull I felt like a little girl who was watching her childhood hero thrown into situations and saying phrases that weren't characteristic of him. I felt like that character had gotten lost over the last 19 years.

I felt betrayed - hurt. I felt like a heel for not liking the movie, and I felt like a fool for wishing it had been what it was not, but...

I'm of the frame of mind where Indiana Jones and aliens do not mix. This movie felt like such a mixture of Spielberg and Lucas movies to me that I really forgot what I was watching for a long time. War of the Worlds? Star Wars? (Who's idea was it to put the "I've got a bad feeling about this" line in there? - I loved it, but geez. lol) American Graffiti? A.I.? THX-1138?

Yes, I understand it followed the sci-fi movies of the 1950s, basically playing into the era and feeding us all a little piece of entertainment history. But it...was annoying.

To me, Indiana never met the flying saucers and little green men from Mars.

Forever - to me - he rode off into the sunset with Henry Jones Sr., Marcus Brody and Sallah.

Ride, boldly ride. And not to the land they call El Dorado.