While I was visiting my older brother in Indiana in July, he took me to see the new Indiana Jones flick, Indiana Jones and the Dial of Destiny (2023), on an IMAX screen.
I did not go into the film with high expectations. Everything I’d heard about the movie was negative: Phoebe Waller-Bridge’s character was obnoxious; Indiana Jones’s advanced age is played to denigrate the character; the whole thing is another one of Kathleen Kennedy’s wish-fulfillment films (in which she casts an unlikable British brunette to be a stand-in for herself, an unlikable feminist studio exec).
Perhaps it’s because I went in with such low expectations that I actually found the movie to be not that bad. Was it good? Not really. Should it have been nearly three hours long? Absolutely not. Was it as bad as critics made it out to be? Well, that depends.
