My wife and I went to see the new Indiana Jones movie last Thursday, and the first thing we noticed was (just like when we saw "Rocky Balboa") the theater was full of old fogies, like us. Rather pleasant, actually, compared to the usual rude teeny-boppers whispering and sending text messages throughout the feature.
As for the movie itself, it provided quite a few laughs and tense action sequences, as you would expect from Indiana Jones. We were pleasantly surprised by the new character who Indy takes along on this adventure. Considering the potential for a "sidekick" character to flop, the good chemistry between Indy and Mutt was a major accomplishment.
It was great fun to see many classic Indiana Jones gags shamelessly recycled. So much fun, in fact, that the experience wasn't ruined even by the indignant jabs at the 1950's "Red Scare." The irony of decrying Cold War era concerns about Communist infiltration in a movie that depicts Russian KGB agents freely operating in the American heartland apparently eluded the writer and director.
It was some relief that the filmmakers did not trot out the Nazis for another curtain call. But no commendation is in order, since they simply fell back on that unwritten Hollywood maxim: "When you're out of ideas, bring out the Nazis. When you've worn out the Nazis, bring out the Aliens." Too bad the Indiana Jones series concludes in such abject creative bankruptcy, but I suppose the makers' creative resources were just spent, and all in all it was a good run and a fun one.