I kept thinking Natasha the whole movie through but I knew that wasn't quite right.

Definitely the Natasha accent, but the Dr. Girlfriend demeanor.

after twenty years

Well, this is true. And I love that the movie never tried to even pretend that Indy was younger and more spry. They just went with the fact that Harrison Ford is in his 60s, and bless his heart, he's pretty fucking spry for a 60-something-year-old. Also eternally HOTTTT.

And yet, he was just lacking some essential Indy-ness in some of the scenes. I can't explain it.

I liked Mutt, but I hope to god Lucas doesn't intend to set him up as Indy's cinematic successor. He was fun, but not *that* much fun.

The ending, of course, pleased me immensely. I may have sniffled.

No trailer for The Dark Knight, which annoyed me all out of proportion. I just wanted to see it LARGE, damn it!

I liked Mutt, but I hope to god Lucas doesn't intend to set him up as Indy's cinematic successor.

I'm pretty sure that's the intention, actually. Spielberg's idea, not Lucas's.

No trailer for The Dark Knight, which annoyed me all out of proportion. I just wanted to see it LARGE, damn it!

I've seen the trailer a couple times, but it's always the old one!! I want to see the new trailer on the big screen, dammit. The one where the Joker actually refers to Bats as "the Batman."

he was just lacking some essential Indy-ness in some of the scenes.

maybe I need to watch it one more time. I'll bring ear plugs and blinders for that one scene.

I liked Mutt, but I hope to god Lucas doesn't intend to set him up as Indy's cinematic successor.

I kinda hope he does.

We just got back from Indy. It was fun, even if it did take so much suspension of disbelief in some sections that even *I* felt a strain. But still, it was pretty much what I wanted in an Indiana Jones movie. And Mutt was darling.

Jilli, Jilli, Jilli.

You don't SUSPEND your disbelief for it. You leave it in the car, outside the theatre, and if it happens to come looking for you, you pretend you've never met it.

Which I'd have told you, but I fear the more time passes since the curtains closed, the rosier the view through my glasses grows.

You don't SUSPEND your disbelief for it. You leave it in the car, outside the theatre, and if it happens to come looking for you, you pretend you've never met it.

Oh, I shooed my disbelief away whenever it sneaked up and started making grumbly noises, but even so! He survived a nuclear blast in a refrigerator?! Even I made skeptical noises at that.

Oh, and I felt cheated about the lack of "the living dead" that were supposed to be guarding the city. Zombies, dammit! They implied zombies and didn't deliver.

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holy cow, both me and D had completely blocked that out. Yeah that was completely out of hand.

but but... it was lead lined !

Hee. I had checked my disbelief at the door, but I was still wondering "how is he going to get out? They didn't make refrigerators that opened from the inside back then."

Jilli, Indy and roaches, man. When the apocalypse comes? That's what's left.

And all that I can handwave, because MARION! SEEKRIT INDY BABY! (Yes, that's the Bulletproof Narrative Kink I mentioned in email, blame YEARS of unrepentantly trashy bodice rippers, ahem.)

Even if Young Master Shia makes me feel like a dirty fuckin' cougar from hell.