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lauraanne_gilmanTaking a break from the convention, Patricia Bray and I hijacked Joshua Palmatier from his panel five minutes early ("Joshua, there are women demanding you leave with them...I think they mean business...") and went to see Indy 4. Not as gleeful as the first, not as sheerly joyful as the third, but I think it's safe to say the curse of the even-numbered movies ends with #4. After a slow start (and a few reminders to shut down the analytical part of my brain because, oy) this was solid Indy-style fun.
"Call it a rope!"
I could have lived without the actual saucer, but at least this way we can officially tie the Jones series into CE3rdK!. And I really want to write "Indiana Jones and the Curse of Shelob," now.
"Call it a rope!"
I could have lived without the actual saucer, but at least this way we can officially tie the Jones series into CE3rdK!. And I really want to write "Indiana Jones and the Curse of Shelob," now.
