Was Indiana Jones Right to Hang Up His Whip?
Plus: RHoBH breakup AND GQ drama, and don't forget to say Uno.
It’s been a while since I’ve gone to the movies on a holiday long weekend, but the theater nearest to me keeps threatening to disappear — it went bankrupt and shut down, got bought, then went bankrupt again and was set to close again until… I guess it got bailed out? — so the fam and I decided not to take the big screen for granted, and go see Indiana Jones swashbuckle his way through another antiquity hunt.
Full confession: I am not super nostalgic about the Indy movies. The fuss kinda missed me the first time; I blame my myopic, extended Annie phase. When we watched Raiders of the Lost Ark during Covid with the kids, my main takeaways were Harrison Ford’s hotness, that snakes suck, and that Nazis do deserve to have their faces melted. Half the scenes I thought were from Temple of Doom were actually in Raiders, so it’s possible I have NEVER seen Temple of Doom, aside from that one bit where he meets Kate Capshaw? The point is, I am not an Indy purist, an Indy scholar, or an Indy hate…
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