Indiana Jones and the Blog of Procrastination

At long last, everyone's favorite archaeologist comes back this spring with the fourth installment of the Indiana Jones trilogy.  (Sorry, but quadrilogy sounds totally lame.)  I can't help but get fired up when I hear the first four notes of that classic John Williams theme.  It makes me want to chase Nazis, cuss at snakes, and crack a whip (a fairly typical Memorial Day at my house).

I'd been salivating over the trailer for the new movie for a few weeks when my Lady Friend, Poe and Poodle surprised me last week with the original trilogy on DVD.  Friday being movie night at our place, Raiders of the Lost Ark immediately lost its virginity in our trusty Sanyo.

The kids loved it.  There was much eye-covering, what with groping mummies, chopped-up german soldiers and faces melting off, but Poe's favorite scene was when Indiana was confronted with the intimidating swordsman and casually dispatched him with one shot from a pistol.  Classic stuff.

Near the end of the movie he suddenly asked, "Is this movie old?".  We informed him that it was set during the 1930's, so it seemed old, but it wasn't really that old - until we stopped to think about it and realized it had been released twenty-seven years ago.

27 years. That's five years older than Indy IV co-star Shia LaBeouf.

For additional perspective, look at it this way - if you saw Raiders in the theater as a child, consider how you might have felt watching Hitchcock's Rear Window back then, because that movie was 27 years old in 1981.  Woah.  I think I need to go curl up in a corner with my whip.