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Indiana
Jones and the Last Crusade
US (1989): Adventure
Roger Ebert Review
3.5 stars
Cast & Credits
| Harrison Ford | Indiana Jones |
| Sean Connery | Dr. Henry Jones |
| Denholm Elliott | Marcus Brody |
| Alison Doody | Dr. Elsa Schneider |
| John Rhys-Davies | Sallah |
Directed by Steven
Spielberg and produced by Robert Watts. Screenplay by Jeffrey Boam.
There is a certain
style of illustration that appeared in the boys' adventure magazines of
the 1940s - in those innocent publications that have been replaced by magazines
on punk lifestyles and movie monsters. The illustrations were always about
the same. They showed a small group of swarthy men hovering over a treasure
trove with greedy grins on their bearded faces, while in the foreground,
two teen-age boys peered out
from behind a rock
in wonder and astonishment. The point of view was always over the boys'
shoulders; the reader was invited to share this forbidden glimpse of the
secret world of men.
Indiana Jones and
the Last Crusade begins with just such a scene; Steven Spielberg must have
been paging through his old issues of Boys' Life and Thrilling Wonder Tales
down in the basement. As I watched it, I felt a real delight, because recent
Hollywood escapist movies have become too jaded and cynical, and they've
lost the feeling that you can stumble over astounding adventures just by
going on a hike with your Scout troop. Spielberg lights the scene in the
strong, basic colors of old pulp magazines, and of course when the swarthy
men bend over their
discovery, it seems
to glow with a light of its own, which bathes their faces in a golden glow.
This is the kind of moment that can actually justify a line like It's mine!
All mine! - although Spielberg does not go so far.
One of the two kids behind the boulder is, of course, the young Indiana Jones. But he is discovered by explorers plundering an ancient treasure, and escapes just in the nick of time. The sequence ends as an adult claps a battered fedora down on Indiana's head, and then we flash- forward to the era of World War II.
The opening sequence of this third Indiana Jones movie is the only one that seems truly original - or perhaps I should say, it recycles images from 1940s pulps and serials that Spielberg has not borrowed before. The rest of the movie will not come as a surprise to students of Indiana Jones, but then how could it? The Jones movies by now have defined a familiar world of death- defying stunts, virtuoso chases, dry humor, and the quest for impossible goals in unthinkable places.
When Raiders of the Lost Ark appeared, it defined a new energy level for adventure movies; it was a delirious breakthrough. But there was no way for Spielberg to top himself, and perhaps it is just as well that Last Crusade will indeed be Indy's last film. It would be too sad to see the series grow old and thin, like the James Bond movies. Even in this third adventure, some of the key elements are recycled from Raiders. This time, Indy's quest is to find the Holy Grail, the cup Jesus Christ is said to have used at the Last Supper. (To drink from the cup is to have eternal youth.) The Holy Grail reminds us of the Ark of the Covenant in the first film, and in both cases the chase is joined by Nazi villains.
The new element this
time is the way Spielberg fills in some of the past of the Jones character.
We learn his real name (which I would not dream of revealing here), and
we meet his father, Professor Henry Jones, who is played by Sean Connery
on exactly the right note. Like the fathers in classic boys' stories, Dr.
Jones is not a parent so much as a grownup ally, an older pal who lacks
three dimensions because children are unable to see their parents in that
complexity. I kept being reminded of the father in the Hardy Boys books,
who shook his head and smiled at the
exploits of his lovable
tykes and only rarely "expressed concern" or "cautioned them sternly."
Since the Hardy Boys were constantly involved, at a tender age, with an
endless series of counterfeiters, car thieves, kidnap rings, Nazi spies,
and jewel thieves, their father's detachment seemed either saintly or mad
- and Connery has fun with some of the same elements.
Harrison Ford is Indiana
Jones again this time, of course, and what he does seems so easy, so deadpan,
yet few other actors could maintain a straight and a credible presence
in the midst of such chaos. After young Indy discovers his life's mission
in the early scenes, the central story takes place years later, when Professor
Jones (the world's leading expert on the Grail) is kidnapped by desperados
who are convinced he knows the secret of where it is now hidden. He does.
And Indy, working from his father's notebook, follows a trail from America
to the watery
catacombs beneath
Venice, and then to the deserts of the Holy Land, where there is a sensational
chase scene involving a gigantic Nazi armored tank. He is accompanied on
his mission by Dr. Elsa Schneider (Alison Doody), a scientist he meets
in Venice, but the character is a disappointment after the fire of Karen
Allen in the first movie, and even the sultriness of Kate Capshaw in the
second.
Spielberg devises several elaborate set pieces, of which I especially liked the rat-infested catacombs and sewers beneath Venice (I tried not to remember that Venice, by definition, has no catacombs). The art direction looks great in a scene involving a zeppelin, and an escape from the airship by airplane. And the great tank in the desert is a fearsome and convincing construction.
If there is just a shade of disappointment after seeing this movie, it has to be because we will never again have the shock of this material seeming new. Raiders of the Lost Ark now seems more than ever a turning point in the cinema of escapist entertainment, and there was really no way Spielberg could make it new all over again. What he has done is to take many of the same elements, and apply all of his craft and sense of fun to make them work yet once again. And they do.
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