No, we haven’t seen the new Indy movie yet, even though we’re fairly anxious to see it. Part of it is the usual difficulty in breaking out of the comfy cocoon and getting to the theater. Hey, we like our house. Most of it, though, is that we have a lot of things to do in our off-hours and getting out to a picture show often gets elbowed out of the queue.
In preparation, we have watched Raiders of the Lost Ark, a move we hadn’t seen in years. Aside from the charmingly youthful countenances of Harrison Ford and Karen Allen (and Alfred Molina!), the flick had a different kind of magic: it was just a movie. Not a franchise, not a phenomenon, just a fun little film with some thrills and some Nazis and some (not excessive) special effects. I liked it for that.
Anyway: We’re not seeing Indy 4 until we re-watch Indiana Jones and the Grumpy Father, or whatever the third movie was called. Note that we’re skipping Temple of Doom. We own it, but do not speak of it.
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