So we went and saw the new Raiders film last night. We including MondoHebe. So half the film was spent muttering about historical and scientific inaccuracies. Meaning [and this is probably something of a spoiler warning] that it was as silly as the other three, StarWars, Jurassic, Back to the Future, and everything else since Jaws. Meaning also that I'm not entirely sure why everyone online seems to hate this film so much: Spielberg's been developing unresolved happy endings since Duel, and Lucas has been podracing since THX1138; you'd think people would understand that by now.
In any case, I was okay with the film. It was better than Temple and really no worse than Crusade. There was a bit of CG [technically, every frame was CG, since the whole film, and every film made this century, was processed through computers at some point] but it really wasn't a problem--it was less problematic than all the muppets crammed into LucasFilms in the eighties while CG was improving. I suppose it could be debated whether a CG mushroomcloud is more or less stark than stopmotion actionfigures in minecars or rearprojection dogfights outside Berlin; but I don't really care very much.
Curiously, most people slamming this thing online, as of today, are whimpering about the nuclear test. As much as the fridge being advertised as leadlined was probably supposed to convince nine in ten morons, giving the other ten percent a little factoid with which to debate Indy's survival online in the coming months, it seems to have backfired; today, everyone's debating the possibility of anyone surviving its launch across the desert. I'm expecting a Mythbusters episode in the future to test Buster's outcome, and probably a concession that Buster never drank anything out of the holy grail.
My problem was more with the general plotline. The 'crash' outside Roswell in 1947 [finally declassified recently as a weatherballoon modded into a spyplane] and the laughable credibility of the infamous Mitchell-Hedges skull, reportedly discovered in 1924 but evidently bought at Sotheby's in 1943, and, according to Jones, impossible to create with 1957's technology--which was apparently downgraded from the basic ninteenth century mechanical tools used to design the hoax here in reality.
The aliens were slightly bothersome, for all the usual reasons: that they would evolve to appear even remotely humanoid, that they'd have discovered Earth in an infinite multiverse [there's a wormhole aspect I won't go into here], and so on. Also, based on the stuff they'd collected from history, they apparently hung out on Earth from BC3000 until Last Wednesday before vanishing into 'the space between spaces'. Yeah: it was that lovecraftian. Very weird.
On the other hand, it's nothing new. It's not like Spielberg has ever used aliens as a plotdevice before. Except in Close Encounters. And ET. And AI. And so on. And, technically, it's all no less credible a myth than the existence of Moses and the ark of the covenant, Mola Ram and his weird Andy Kaufman surgeries, or the Black Knight guarding a mythical grail for centuries on end. Ultimately, melting socialists and dissipating communists look about the same, I suppose.
The casting bugged me a bit. Cate Blanchett was okay as Spalko, insofar as anyone coulda been. But seeing John Hurt as Oxley just reminded me that, the first time I saw him, it was in Alien. And Pepe LePew as Hank Williams [if you haven't seen the film yet, you'll get that later] mostly just reminded me that I'm never gonna get TransFormers outta my brain. As for Karen Allen, she seemed to be doing something of a parody of Ravenwood, relying on a couple of acerbic oneliners to account for her downtime between 1936 and 1957.
I suppose the real problem is simply that Raiders was a bit of a fluke. Temple was Spielberg's dismal attempt at building up a franchise [worse in fact than the second Jurassic] and Crusade was a throwaway slapstick conclusion defended at the time as an apology for the second film. With this film, you get the Phantom Menace Syndrome: nearly twenty years of expectation disillusioned by a couple hours of footage contrived by the founding members of the Boomers and designed for the Millennial Generation; apparently, we in GenerationX already got all we're gonna get, and it wasn't bad.
As a standalone, this woulda flunked. As much as its formula was that of the original StarWars, with a sketchy background attempting to explain the first three films, it doesn't seem to work in reverse, when you've already seen the prequels. On the other hand, if half the details crammed into the background had been filmed and released every three years since 1989, it might have worked on that goofy, forgivable JamesBond level. As it is, it's kinda the lost serial, recently discovered to have been one of Ford's later films, slightly weird in light of the loss of whatever we missed over the last nineteen years. It's part of the series, as expected; but the expectation now is to see Indiana Jones Goes to War if it's ever located, all these years later.

