Indiana Jones and the Hopes of a
Generation
By Martha Brockenbrough
MSN Cinemama
Harrison Ford just had
his chest hair waxed to protest deforestation. The sentiment is
admirable, but, when it comes to Harrison Ford, all I really care
about these days is his next movie, "Indiana Jones and the Kingdom of the
Crystal Skull."
If this long-awaited sequel is a stinker, I'm going to wax some
body part of mine and send the trimmings to Hollywood in a baggie.
The Earth may well suffer when her stubbly beard of trees is
ripped out, but so do we when favorite movies of our childhood
re-emerge as brain-damaged clones of their former selves.
So that's really the question here: Will the new Indiana Jones
movie be another attack of the clones? Or will it be a reminder of
all that was great about "Raiders of the Lost Ark" and
"Indiana Jones and the Last Crusade"?
(I'm willfully ignoring "Temple of Doom.")
For many of us parents, "Raiders of the Lost Ark" remains an
archaeological exhibit of our childhoods. The years may have stacked
up like sediment and petrified camel dung, but anyone who got to see
"Raiders" in the theater when it came out in 1981 can no doubt
unearth a memory that is equal parts awe, laughter and adoration.
Ford, fresh off his turn as Han Solo in "Star Wars" and "The Empire Strikes Back," was the
perfect adventure hero: handsome, brave, funny and smart as -- and
with -- a whip.
He was the kind of actor loved by men, women and children. And
the movie itself was a brilliant send-up of B movies from the 1930s,
mixed with humor, high stakes and clever characterization. We had to
care not just for Indiana Jones, but for the whole world, which
relied on his success.
It is in no way a coincidence that, even years later, leather
bomber jackets were coveted by people who never intended to drop
explosives from a plane.
Of the three movies in the original series, "Raiders" is the
best, though the third movie, "Last Crusade," holds up pretty darned
well, too.
"Raiders" starts with an incredible scene, in which Indiana Jones
travels through a sultry jungle in search of a lost idol. He finds
it and is nearly flattened by a giant meatball of a boulder, only to
lose his trophy to an amoral French archaeologist.
The real story begins, though, when Dr. Jones is asked to find
the lost Ark of the Covenant before the Nazis do. In a sharp twist,
it turns out the Frenchman is working for the Nazis. The rest of the
story unfolds with more twists than a pretzel, offering fistfights,
knife fights, gunfights, infernos, snakes and supernatural
happenings at a pace that still feels brisk today.
"Indiana Jones and the Temple of Doom," the second in the series,
doesn't have the same delightful twists. What's more, the love
interest, played by Kate Capshaw (director Steven Spielberg's wife),
is nowhere near the compelling heroine that Karen Allen was in the
first film.
It's good news, then, that Allen will be back in the new movie.
Unlike Capshaw's whiny Willie, Allen's Marion is brave and dangerous
-- a fitting match for Indy.
He's also got a compelling enemy in "Crystal Skull," just like
the Nazis of the first and third movies. This time, Indy's up
against the Cold War-era Soviets. What's more, special effects have
improved significantly since 1981, when the first movie came out.
So what this movie is likely to come down to is the story. And
that is what makes me more nervous than an archaeologist dangling
over a pit of snakes. The gap between Indiana Jones movies hasn't
been entirely barren. George Lucas, the story
writer for the original movies, produced a TV series in the early
1990s called "The Young Indiana Jones Chronicles." All three
seasons of the show are out on DVD in impressively packaged sets.
They're beautiful to look at -- shot around the world on fancy
sets. But this doesn't make them anywhere near as good as the
movies, even with guest appearances by Catherine Zeta-Jones, Daniel Craig and Vanessa Redgrave. The
issue here is the storytelling. It has none of the fizz of the
movies.
For some reason, Lucas, the executive producer, decided to make
this show like a little history lesson. The brand-new third set has
seven episodes of the show, but dozens of short documentaries about
the people he encountered during the narrative. The documentaries
are pretty cool, but the zeal for history sort of takes over for
good storytelling in the episodes of Young Indiana.
The episode in which Indy meets Ernest Hemingway, for example,
was utterly predictable -- and Hemingway seemed like a more
interesting character than young Indy. It's one of those things that
sounded really good on paper, and yet doesn't really ever come to
life in practice.
For the people who really love Indiana Jones, these three box
sets will fill many hours between now and the May 22 movie release.
They just don't offer any assurance that the movie will be
everything we've missed in the last 19 years, and everything we hope
our kids can experience when they behold Indiana Jones on the big
screen for the first time.
Speaking of taking kids to this movie: All three Indiana Jones
movies are pretty violent. The first two were rated PG, and the
third was PG-13, which had just come out. "Crystal Skull" doesn't
have a rating yet, but it's probably a safe bet they won't scale
back on the fisticuffs, shooting and bare-handed heart removals of
the original movies.
That's worth thinking about before you take really young or
sensitive kids to the theater, eager to show them what you grew up
watching.
After all, even though Indiana Jones will be getting a little
long in the tooth, he's going to want to prove neither he -- nor his
franchise -- belongs in a museum.
Here's hoping he succeeds.
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Martha Brockenbrough is Cinemama for the Parents' Movie Guide
on MSN. She is also the author of "It Could Happen to You: Diary of
a Pregnancy and Beyond" and the founder of SPOGG, the Society for
the Promotion of Good Grammar. She writes a fun-with-kids column for
Cranium.com, as well as an educational humor column for Encarta.
Check out her Web site.
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