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Jun 2, 2008

A spoiler-heavy rumination on why Kingdom of the Crystal Skull failed

One of the main themes in my review of Indiana Jones and the Kingdom of the Crystal Skull was that this installment, unlike its predecessors, lacked any sense of danger or importance. While I maintain that that holds true, I think there might be another angle at play that might have saved the film notwithstanding the missing danger: the lack of drama altogether.

But they were driving on cliffs and pouring off waterfalls in an amphibious car, you might say. Well, this goes beyond that. Even in the first two sequels, the creators managed to take the characters and the audience to places and put into situations that surprised us upon their arrival. Characters turned up and double-twisted not only the heroes but the audience as well. This time around, though, it seems as though the only people in the theater that weren't aware of what was going to happen next were Indiana and gang.

Let's look at some examples:

Before the film even started, there's a good chance that you knew Shia LaBeouf was playing a character that would end up being Indiana's son (those chances multiply if you run a film blog or follow movies with any regularity, I'm guessing; a casual movie fan might not have known or cared). Had Karen Allen not been involved in the project (and really, outside of the sappy ending, did she really need to be?), perhaps the telegraphing of the father/son reveal wouldn't have been so obvious, but with Allen and a young man named Mutt present, it was a foregone conclusion that a fourth-grader could have most likely picked up on.

Then there's the alien subplot. Say what you will about Indiana Jones, professor of archaeology getting tied up in a Twilight Zone plot, but what's worse is that yet another "big reveal" (that the crystal skull belonged to "inter-dimensional" beings) was news only to those onscreen. Once the location of New Mexico and the setting of "Hanger 51" were shown, where else could the plot have been leading, as if the multiple clues along the way weren't enough (the charred remains). Hell, at one point, Blanchett's baddie even shows Jones the contents of that magnetic coffin!

Even a minor twist like Ray Winstone's final flip to the "dark side" was painted with wide brush strokes for the audience. Aside from him never shutting up about money and fame - the downfall of just about every Jones villain before him - were the shots of Blanchett picking up his leftover tracking beacons really necessary? Sure, one might argue that the audience would question how the Soviets found the gang inside the pyramid, but that easily could have been answered after the fact. Instead, we were left with yet another piece of knowledge known by only by us.

All this may seem obvious, pointless and somewhat rudimentary, but think to yourself: how much different might the experience of this latest chapter have been had we in the audience not been the knowing party to all the elements of the story before the characters were? What if things just went along with Indy "making things up as he goes along" with us none the wiser about the possibilities of the story? I'd think that, after almost two decades, that wouldn't be an unreasonable request of Spielberg and Lucas. Apparently, I was wrong.
And then...

May 28, 2008

Fletch's Film Review: Indiana Jones and the Kingdom of the Crystal Skull

Just yesterday, prior to seeing Indiana Jones and the Kingdom of the Crystal Skull, I had a discussion with Anil Usumezbas of The Long Take regarding Spider-Man 3. Having just recently watched the final installment of that trilogy, he was a bit bewildered by the "hypocrisy surrounding the critics and fan circles regarding where they place [the] last chapter," going on to say that "isn’t it the same cheesy romance, one-dimensional drama, cartoonish characters, talentless Tobey Maguire and failed attempts to delve into the complexities of being a superhero?"

Though he too didn't care much for Spider-Man 3 (he gave it 5/10 stars; I gave it a "Whatever."), he certainly has a point. As much as I disliked the film, as bloated and dumb as it was, at its core it still shared the same elements of the first two films. It felt like its predecessors. The same can be said for the much maligned Matrix sequels; retarded as it was (I care not that it was intended) to have the series travel in a big circle, thus nullifying the entire point of watching the three films, I can't deny that the spirit and tone of the sequels was similar to the brilliant original (we'll all forget the "dancing orgy" scene, thank you very much).

You can probably see where I'm going with this. Ever since walking out of the theater last night, I've been in the midst of an internal struggle - a query that I can't stop asking: Have my childhood and teenage memories painted the picture of a movie series that in reality never existed? Was Indiana Jones really this stupid?

That's not to say that I can't attempt to answer that question. In fact, I'm pretty confident that the answers are "no" and "no." Looking back on the series, I see a first installment that won four Academy Awards, and was nominated for Best Picture. Temple of Doom was a step back, what with the munchkin sidekick, bug-eating stereotypes and "Willie," but had enough elements of the original to not let the audience lose faith in the character or the series. When Last Crusade was released in 1989, it was widely seen as a return to form, despite the comic levity and nostalgic nod to James Bond that Sean Connery brought to the series (we even forgave Spielberg and company for turning Denholm Elliot's Marcus Brody character into a cartoon buffoon).

A lot has happened in the 19 years between releases, though. Indiana has seen two full-fledged franchises pop up in his wake (The Mummy and National Treasure), each taking elements of the Jones series along with them. In fact, they've practically split the franchise as if it had been divorced from itself, with Brendan Fraser and gang getting the old world settings, physicality and creatures, and Nicolas Cage and Justin Bartha receiving the archaeological smarts and flair for solving puzzles (or booby traps). What neither series received, however, was any sense or danger or importance, instead subbing in lame one-liners and childish humor into the mix. Likewise, those elements slowly eroded in the Jones series since the first chapter, only to be blown to smithereens with Crystal Skull.

To be sure, there have been campy elements all along - it's hard to take too seriously (though I'll try) any series that features melting faces, heart rippers, multi-ton boulders and characters named Short Round. Yet when Toht popped up at Marion's bar seeking a medallion, he brought fear with him, as he did when he entered Belloq's tent in Egypt. When the Thugee high priest Mola Ram reached for Indy's heart, we all felt it, and we also felt for Indy when his father was shot in the Last Crusade. Those days are but a distant memory now, though, as we're left with a swordfight that could pass for an outtake from America's Funniest Home Videos and trips down waterfalls (plural) that leave nary a scratch on a single protagonist. At no point in time are we really ever concerned for the characters, and it's not like the actors are attempting to sell us on that, either, as we see countless kidnapped people mugging for the camera like kids in a photo booth. Where's the concern? Where's the danger?

All this without even getting into:

* the inane plot, which, as has been mentioned in a number of reviews, feels like a mixture of National Treasure and an episode of The X-Files,

* the CGI drudgery that serves as a constant reminder to the audience that "hey, this was made on a soundstage in front of a bluescreen!"

* the inclusion of Shia LaBeouf's character, "Mutt" Williams. Mutt. Think about it.

* the countless winks to the audience. Sure, the first time they show Ford donning the fedora while playing the familiar John Williams theme, there's a bit of magic that you feel. Then they do it again. They there's some photos of some old faces from the series that don't appear here. Then more references. Then Marion (Karen Allen) pops up. By the end of the movie, I was about ready to scream "F*ck you!" to the creators for having the nerve to keep playing the nostalgia card on us, showing the lack of confidence in their new creation.

And that's the emotion I left the theater with. Kind of a "how dare you" mixed with a "god, I'm stupid for ever believing." Spielberg and Lucas haven't created an extension of the series - they've created a stand-alone film that pales even to the lesser series that ripped off the originals, a film that screams "amusement park ride" from the start and devolves from there, a film that insults your intelligence and patience through the mind-numbing conclusion.

Now I'm off to search for a crystal skull to gaze at in the hopes that I lose my mind.

Fletch's Film Rating:

"I want you to punch me as hard as you can."

And then...

May 23, 2008

TGITDNMAR (5/23/08)

It's that time again for TGITDNMAR, which (obviously) stands for Thank God It's The Day New Movies Are Released.

This feature just keeps getting shorter and shorter, it seems. To keep things interesting, I'll be adding an element when giving my "chance of viewing," adding an analogy to the percentage given.

Indiana Jones and the Kingdom of the Crystal Skull
I know half of you reading this have already seen this, but let's just pretend you haven't, okay?

This is simultaneously the most anticipated film of the last few years and also the most cringe worthy. The big question: will Spielberg and Ford make a worthy installment to the franchise, or will this be something we attempt to block from our memories for the next twenty years, a la The Phantom Menace and the Matrix sequels?

All I'm hoping for is "not an embarrassment," and from the early review headlines (I won't actually read the reviews just yet), it sounds like it falls into the Lethal Weapon 3 range - a decent addition to the franchise, but nothing really all that memorable. Still, I can't wait to make that decision for myself.
Fletch's Chance of Viewing (in the theater): 100%, or better than the likelihood of The Love Guru bombing.
And then...