There are a lot of factors. Old Indiana Jones isn’t something I’m at all interested. It sounds like Roger Moore’s later Bond films to me. I don’t want Indy with a fucking kid and wife. Fuck that noise. There’s Spielberg’s turn toward more “adult” and”serious” movies which consistently shown diminishing returns. There’s George Lucas’ involvement. The man who’s dedicated his life toward destroying the work of his younger, more idealistic and creative self. There’s the awful CGI. There’s the moronic way it’s being sold. There’s the rumor that there was a Frank Darabont script about Roswell and hunting Nazis in South America that was completely scrapped at Lucas’ say so (which probably was amazing). And then theres fucking Jar Jar. There’s the creeping tone of “cash grab” lurking throughout every leaked shot, every press conference, every photo. It all screams desperation.
But I think I’m going to see it anyway. And I hate myself for it.
Because Cate Blanchett is the best actor alive. And to top that, she’s doing a sexy accent. And she’s playing my favorite kind of pulp villain.

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