My Crystal Skull Hurts

So we bundled up the kiddos and went to see Indiana Jones and the Kingdom of the Crystal Skull last Friday. Kiddos really liked it. I think both of them put it before Raiders. I hate to say this, but maybe that's why I didn't like it--I just wanted something a little more than what would be enjoyable to an almost-ten- and almost-eight-year-old.

I mean, I know you always have to suspend the disbelief big-time in these movies. But my disbelief suspension reservoir drained quite a bit when Indy survived that thing he really shouldn't have survived at the beginning of the movie (spoiler free review here folks). Then it sprung multiple leaks when those spooky monkey native guys attacked them. What, were they just waiting around for years until Dr. Jones arrived? And no comments from Dr. Jones, not even "Jeez, what's with the spooky monkey guys?"

I liked seeing Karen Allen, I didn't even mind Shia LeBoof or however you spell his name. There just wasn't enough plot, and the action scenes were either rehashes of previous Indy movies, rehashes of other movies (oh my god, how can I be comparing an Indiana Jones movie to National Treasure of all things?), or so overly CGI-ed that it didn't impress like the older movies.

Bottom line: I liked Iron Man way better. You may now order me my "I'm an Old Fuddy-Duddy" button.