***½ Out of ****
It is now the 1950’s, but time has by no means quelled Indiana Jones’ (Harrison Ford) feistiness or deadpan line delivery that made him the icon he is. We are immediately thrown into a kidnapping plot involving Indy himself, as well as his war buddy Mac, (Ray Winstone). The ringleader of this debacle is the luscious Russian Irina Spalko (Cate Blanchett), and while not as sinister as the baddies of the past, does more than an adequate job. Spalko enlists
Although not perfect, there are is a large amount of praise that can be heaped upon this film. Indiana Jones films have a well known trademark of creating realities of their own, unafraid to encompass the occult or divine into their journeys. Crystal Skulls certainly keeps with this spirit, but delves into a whole other type of reality. This move is bound to throw some off balance, but the choice is ballsy and works just as well as the other off center realities that have been previously explored. Also keeping with the spirit of the original trilogy, Spielberg and his team have limited the special effects to a few key scenes. Otherwise the traditional use of stuntmen is integrated along with beautiful set pieces and excellently choreographed action sequences. The creature presence is also revisited, crawling with scorpions and army ants this time round the bend with, of course, a snake thrown in for good nostalgic measure.
The performance are all strong, especially from Ford who can still kick it with the best of them, LaBouef, who brings his usual charm without being a annoying or distracting sidekick and Blanchet who pulsates with a sensual malice that suits her character well. There is also sometime blatant foreshadowing indicating that Indiana Jones may again return, but not in the form you may initially think, following an astonishing reveal regarding one of the supporting characters.
While not the best blockbuster this summer season it is certainly the most welcome and fulfilling. Taking all the regular elements through the motions can often spell disaster, especially after an almost twenty year break, but Spielberg, Lucas and the rest of the team have held back none of the passion that made the initial trilogy such an iconic mark on cinema. If this is the final adventure of Indiana Jones, then I can rest easy and take this nostalgic jolt, because a spectacle that can pulsate with such rejuvenating energy deserves its place amongst those who look to have a kick in their step and a smile on their face.
© 2008 Simon Brookfield