The group I hang out and play Magic: The Gathering with is the sort that would make sure it had seen the new Indiana Jones movie on it’s opening weekend. In fact, I made it a point to see the movie earlier than I usually would specifically because I knew I was going to be playing cards with them on Sunday and didn’t want my initial impression spoiled.
I liked the film, despite it’s flaws. It was entertaining. It had fun things. It hit all the right beats. At points it was ridiculous. At no point did it reach the level of indignity the Star Wars franchise visited, so how could I complain? It was good enough to feel I got my money worth out of the trip to the cinema.
While playing Magic, I put forth the argument that they should turn Indiana Jones into the next James Bond. I agree that if future movies were made, the perfect person to pass the fedora to would be Nathan Fillion and not Shia GuyfromTransformers.
Just to be clear, despite being a big Joss Whedon fan in the past, and liking Firefly after I got recommended it by friends, I’m totally not a Browncoat. I just totally got the Han Solo vibe from Mal on Firefly, and with a little work, Nathan Fillion could continue the series onwards. It’s not that I like series that perpetuate into a spiral of crappy sequels, but if they are going to do it anyway, they might as well have the right guy on board. Anything in a “future episodes of Indy” series would be better than the last series of Bond Films. Yeesh.
The group said that if they were going to make a new film, it wouldn’t be a bad choice. I guess my movie cred is safe for now.
