So, today I took a much needed day off and went to see the new Indiana Jones movie. Well.... The things the movie failed to do: Entertain me Flow well Be even remotely plausible, even when you expect "bad science" to make the story work Uphold the consistent goodness of the franchise However, the movie did do the following: Gave me ass cancer Gave my cancerous ass AIDS Made baby Jesus cry Killed all of the cute puppies and kittens Confirmed to me that George Lucas has NO FUCKING CLUE how to make a good movie anymore What a complete and utter abortion of a movie! I could vomit faeces onto the rotting disembowelled remains of a retarded camel and call that a better movie than what I had the misfortune to waste two hours of my life on that I'll never get back. Way to fuck up the great memories of the series, George! And for fucking shame, Steven Spielberg - you should know better!! Argh! The last time I walked out of a movie feeling so angry and cheated was the special edition of Return Of The Jedi with the new retarded bits that were put in. I guess I should have expected that and known better... *sigh* If you haven't seen this yet, my advice: Avoid. Go watch a 5yo on a tricycle getting run over by a combine harvester. It's just as horrible but at least it's interesting, which is something this movie doesn't have going for it!