windcriesmary
Iscritto in data apr 2005
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How do I even begin to describe this episode? Or this whole show for that matter? The mind of Nathan Fielder is quite unlike any other creators out there right now. This is a brilliantly bizarre episode of television. I can't wait to see how this whole experiment wraps up.
I've been debating all day today about whether or not I should get online and write about Indy IV. At first I didn't even want to attempt to try to describe my experience, fearing that any words would fall short in perfectly describing the way I felt. Even now, I'm almost certain I won't be able to do so. I decided though, that I should at least try.
I was only present on this earth when "The Last Crusade" was released, but I was far too young to get into Indy. When I was a bit older, however (maybe about 7 years old), my dad introduced me to the classic series by taking me to a midnight showing of "Raiders of the Lost Ark". From that point on, I was hooked on Indiana Jones. I forced my parents to buy me VHS copies of all three movies, and you'd better believe that my dad and I were back for "Temple of Doom" and "The Last Crusade" when they showed at midnight as well. Dr. Henry "Indiana" Jones, Jr. was my hero, the biggest hero I'd ever known. Even in the years to come, the years that brought reincarnations of Batman, Spiderman, and Superman, no one ever compared to Indy. I was fascinated by him. When my family visited Disneyland one year, I found myself racing first to the Indiana Jones ride, and then forking out my hard earned allowance to buy as much Indy stuff that I could from the gift shop. My dad bought me the fedora, I eventually acquired a real bull whip, and even at my young age, I was browsing the internet for memorabilia.
When I first heard that Indy IV had officially begun filming, I felt a certain surge of excitement in realizing that I was going to be able to take part in the opening of a new Indiana Jones adventure. Almost every day from that point on began with an almost ceremonial glance around the internet for news. I followed production as close as, if not closer than, everyone else who claimed to be Indy's #1 fan.
As it got closer to release time, however, I backed away, only allowing myself to look at new photos, posters, and trailers. As carefree as I usually am about spoilers, I absolutely did not want to be spoiled with this film. I wanted it to feel like how it must have felt for those that fell in love with "Raiders" and then one night, saw a trailer for "Indiana Jones and the Temple of Doom". I wanted it to feel like how it must have felt for those people to only have that one night of preview, and no internet or other means of glimpsing into the film before it was released. So, I bought my advance tickets, invited my dad to join me once again for Indy at midnight, and left it alone.
Sitting in that theater last night, my heart began to race. It was hard to believe I was there, that I was about to enter a realm of moviegoers defined by the fact that they were one of the first to see "the new Indy film". And then it began. At times, I had goosebumps. At other times, I fought back tears that confused me at first, but that I later understood to be simply tears of euphoria. All the classic Indy stuff was there, and I never felt my face stop smiling for the entire two hours and four minutes.
I don't think it really hit me though until the Raiders March kicked in, and the credits began to roll. To me, a kid that had literally grown up with and idolized Indy, it was the perfect movie experience. I wouldn't have changed a thing about it.
This morning, I was scared to death to read what other people thought about it. It felt like Harrison Ford, Spielberg, Lucas, and the entire Indiana Jones legacy was my family, and I just didn't want a single person talking bad about them. I know some people will love it, and others will hate it. No matter what the movie, that's how it'll always be. My best friend has never seen a single Indy movie, and when I began to describe the main storyline for "Raiders" he said, "That sounds stupid". But even so, I feel like nothing would ever be able to take away from my perfect Indiana Jones experience. It made me feel like a kid again. I think we all need something that makes us feel like that. In a world that gets more depressing and tough every single day, we need something, anything to take us back to an age of innocence, wonder, adventure.
And that, for me, came in the form of Indiana Jones and the Kingdom of the Crystal Skull.
10/10
I was only present on this earth when "The Last Crusade" was released, but I was far too young to get into Indy. When I was a bit older, however (maybe about 7 years old), my dad introduced me to the classic series by taking me to a midnight showing of "Raiders of the Lost Ark". From that point on, I was hooked on Indiana Jones. I forced my parents to buy me VHS copies of all three movies, and you'd better believe that my dad and I were back for "Temple of Doom" and "The Last Crusade" when they showed at midnight as well. Dr. Henry "Indiana" Jones, Jr. was my hero, the biggest hero I'd ever known. Even in the years to come, the years that brought reincarnations of Batman, Spiderman, and Superman, no one ever compared to Indy. I was fascinated by him. When my family visited Disneyland one year, I found myself racing first to the Indiana Jones ride, and then forking out my hard earned allowance to buy as much Indy stuff that I could from the gift shop. My dad bought me the fedora, I eventually acquired a real bull whip, and even at my young age, I was browsing the internet for memorabilia.
When I first heard that Indy IV had officially begun filming, I felt a certain surge of excitement in realizing that I was going to be able to take part in the opening of a new Indiana Jones adventure. Almost every day from that point on began with an almost ceremonial glance around the internet for news. I followed production as close as, if not closer than, everyone else who claimed to be Indy's #1 fan.
As it got closer to release time, however, I backed away, only allowing myself to look at new photos, posters, and trailers. As carefree as I usually am about spoilers, I absolutely did not want to be spoiled with this film. I wanted it to feel like how it must have felt for those that fell in love with "Raiders" and then one night, saw a trailer for "Indiana Jones and the Temple of Doom". I wanted it to feel like how it must have felt for those people to only have that one night of preview, and no internet or other means of glimpsing into the film before it was released. So, I bought my advance tickets, invited my dad to join me once again for Indy at midnight, and left it alone.
Sitting in that theater last night, my heart began to race. It was hard to believe I was there, that I was about to enter a realm of moviegoers defined by the fact that they were one of the first to see "the new Indy film". And then it began. At times, I had goosebumps. At other times, I fought back tears that confused me at first, but that I later understood to be simply tears of euphoria. All the classic Indy stuff was there, and I never felt my face stop smiling for the entire two hours and four minutes.
I don't think it really hit me though until the Raiders March kicked in, and the credits began to roll. To me, a kid that had literally grown up with and idolized Indy, it was the perfect movie experience. I wouldn't have changed a thing about it.
This morning, I was scared to death to read what other people thought about it. It felt like Harrison Ford, Spielberg, Lucas, and the entire Indiana Jones legacy was my family, and I just didn't want a single person talking bad about them. I know some people will love it, and others will hate it. No matter what the movie, that's how it'll always be. My best friend has never seen a single Indy movie, and when I began to describe the main storyline for "Raiders" he said, "That sounds stupid". But even so, I feel like nothing would ever be able to take away from my perfect Indiana Jones experience. It made me feel like a kid again. I think we all need something that makes us feel like that. In a world that gets more depressing and tough every single day, we need something, anything to take us back to an age of innocence, wonder, adventure.
And that, for me, came in the form of Indiana Jones and the Kingdom of the Crystal Skull.
10/10
I don't hand out ten star ratings easily. A movie really has to impress me, and The Bourne Ultimatum has gone far beyond that. Furthermore, this trilogy has come together so nicely, that I believe it to be one of the greatest motion picture trilogies of our time. Though all three films could not be any more different from the Ludlum novels, they still stand as a powerful landmark in cinematic achievement. The Bourne Ultimatum made me want to cry that the series was complete, yet I could not even attempt to stop smiling for hours.
From the moment that the opening title appeared, I knew we were in for a ride. Paul Greengrass has done it again. Everything we love from the previous Bourne films is here once again: the action, the dialogue, and of course the shaky camera. However for me, that last one was never a problem. I think it adds to the suspense.
I will be back to see this film several times before it is released on DVD, simply because it is genius. It is a perfectly satisfying conclusion, and should stand the test of time as a fantastic movie, and altogether, an unforgettable trilogy.
From the moment that the opening title appeared, I knew we were in for a ride. Paul Greengrass has done it again. Everything we love from the previous Bourne films is here once again: the action, the dialogue, and of course the shaky camera. However for me, that last one was never a problem. I think it adds to the suspense.
I will be back to see this film several times before it is released on DVD, simply because it is genius. It is a perfectly satisfying conclusion, and should stand the test of time as a fantastic movie, and altogether, an unforgettable trilogy.