tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30487573.post5299105077248249386..comments2024-03-14T19:14:03.059-05:00Comments on Acidemic - Film: Raiders of the Found Stash, from Flint's Treasure to the Crystal Skull!Erich Kuerstenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02850572368098319317noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30487573.post-12628047408097938822013-09-09T13:03:20.332-05:002013-09-09T13:03:20.332-05:00Hey Cannon - thanks for your spirited defense of I...Hey Cannon - thanks for your spirited defense of Indy's casual contemptuousness! A perfect summation and counterpoint that makes me almost want to see the film again. cheersErich Kuerstenhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02850572368098319317noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30487573.post-2861585625351034462013-09-05T06:36:52.143-05:002013-09-05T06:36:52.143-05:00Well, at least you recognized an organic shift fro...Well, at least you recognized an organic shift from <b>Raiders</b> to <b>Crystal Skull</b>. Most people who hated the latter couldn’t even go that far. I can certainly dig what your saying in theory, though I don’t necessarily agree that old Indy is a lesser Indy. He’s just different. But, isn’t that life? Things change. And while it doesn’t match-up with fandom nostalgia, there is nonetheless something true and genuine in the way Lucas, Spielberg and Ford have continuingly appropriated the Indiana Jones series as a means of expressing through character, through cinematic gesture, their changing attitudes towards life that comes naturally with age. I like how Indy consistently chuckles at Spalko’s villainess scene chewing and scoffs away her professed yearnings for ultimate knowledge and mind-power domination. It’s a kind of nonchalant, 'yeah-yeah-I’ve-seen-all-this-before' shrug that befits our hero in his senior years. <br /><br />I mean, let’s be real here: was Indy ever respectful to his arch nemeses? As far as I can recall, sportsmanship was never his game; always looking to fuck-over the enemy with a wry smirk or shit-eating grin. Indy always had that dick-level of contempt for anyone who pushed him around or dared to thwart his chances for whatever the prize. It’s just that, now, he’s not only mocking the bad guy, but the situations in general -- the fact that he's still being held at gunpoint, hauled around in trunks, strapped to chairs for psychic interrogation etc etc. Yet, that doesn’t mean he’s bored himself into a slump and is no longer willing to learn a thing or two about the past and about the supernatural that Spalko craves. Near the end, when surrounded by crystal skeletons, he says to her, <i>"Oh, I believe, sister. That’s why I’m down here."</i> <br /><br />But I do like Spalko as well. Blanchett defeminized in uniform gray, with her features hardened by a Soviet bowl cut and speaking in cartoon-Russian tongue, only made her that much more sexually alluring. Maybe it was the rapier that did it. When squaring off against the doofus Mutt, surely, I wasn’t the only one who picked up on her double entendre one-liner: <i>"You fight like a young man - eager to begin, quick to finish!"</i><br /> Cannonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12886860130286869992noreply@blogger.com