"Indiana Jones and the Kingdom of the Crystal Skull" directed by Steven Spielberg [review]
Prescott, Nicholas Adrian
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Like many people my age (that is, Gen X rather than Gen Y…) I grew up wanting to be Indiana Jones. I was a very young kid when Raiders of the Lost Ark was released in 1981, and like many of my schoolmates, I went home after leaving the cinema and said to my Dad “I’m going to be an Archaeologist.” Like many of my friends’ Dads, mine replied “I don’t think so.” After further discussion, it was made clear to me that most Archaeologists don’t carry six-shooters and bullwhips, ride horses in pursuit of Nazi trucks, engage in supernatural rituals or save the world. This, to me, was an astonishing disappointment, but it also pointed out one of the principal beauties of the cinema: the fact that sitting there, safe and in the dark, we can engage in terrifically entertaining fantasy and glorious escapism. This is what many of the films of Steven Spielberg have been all about letting us do.