Indiana Jones and the Kingdom of the Crystal Skull is a xenophobe’s delight. What with those evil, evil, mind-reading Russians (Cate Blanchett’s cheekbones alone could slice you in half) and several hoards of shrieking natives, old Indy yelling “I like Ike!” at the top of his lungs sums it all up nicely really.
I’m not too sure who this film is geared towards. Young viewers won’t get the in-jokes and references to older films and it’s doubtful that they’ll be overly impressed with the not so sophisticated action scenes. Older audiences will likely gag at the cliché overload – then again – if they’re true Indy fans, their own melancholy will no doubt cloud their better judgement.
Lucas is off on another intergalactic fancy with this one, and the introduction of hackneyed aliens seems rather tacked on at the end. But then, New Agers might like the whole collective consciousness idea rearing its head in such a mainstream movie franchise. It’s just a pity that the aliens brain dump their higher galactic intelligence into the evil Russian’s head and it explodes… yes… it explodes – sophisticated huh?