There's a great line in
Bottle Rocket where Luke Wilson reflects on a conversation he just had with his younger sister, who has demonstrated wisdom beyond her grade-school years. With frustration and confusion in his eyes, he asks, "When did Grace get so cynical?!"
That's how I felt as I walked out of the theater after seeing
Indiana Jones and the Kingdom of the Crystal Skull yesterday afternoon. I was thinking about myself, and how bitter I had become after I saw the movie a month ago for the first time.
After my initial letdown, I knew I had to go back and see the movie again to come to a more informed conclusion about how I felt about it. I was expecting to have my disappointment and anger cemented, but I was pleasantly surprised.
The conditions were perfect. I walked out of my office at 12:30, heading out for the long weekend. I walked a few blocks, and the city had that magic NYC feel to it- all kinds of people walking by you, the Empire State Building peering down at you over the tops of the shorter buildings in the Flatiron district, taxis all over the place. It was bright and sunny.
I walked to a theater on 19th and Broadway, nothing fancy but a place I have memories of seeing many movies in, with many people, over the years. I grabbed some popcorn and sat down. I was one of very few people in the theater. A few rows behind me there was an older man sitting next to what looked like his grandson, which I found touching.
And then I watched the movie, and the things that bothered me so much the first time I saw it didn't bother me as much, and the things I liked the first time I liked even more.
When the credits rolled, I sat there for a while, thinking about how my strong negative reaction about the movie the first time probably had more to say about me than about the movie itself.
I would rank Indy 4 as the weakest of the four films, but it is not an abomination.
I think I need to chill out a little bit. Maybe pay a little more attention to Dignan, and less to Grace.