Say NO to #4!!

I think they're beating a dead horse, in my opinion.

Why jeopardize the fantastic trilogy; especially when they ended on Indy searching for his most prized and priceless possession: his own father.

A story about a father and son is the root of almost every Spielberg film. Either the son has no father, the father returns, or the son finds a father figure he's long been yearning for. Such examples include A.I.: Artificial Intelligence, War of the Worlds, E.T., hell even Hook.

They ended The Indiana Jones Trilogy perfectly, in my opinion. I feel the story should have ended there. I will be very reluctant when and if this project comes to theaters.

It will leave a nasty taste in my stomach watching a much-older and should-be-retired Harrison Ford running and jumping and cracking the old whip. What will be even worse is the fact that the rest of the audience will be thinking the same thing. People will go to the cinema out of sympathy and the lost hopes that this adventure will live upto the originals.



--Predictions--
I believe the first action sequence, right at the start of the film, will be Indy infiltrating the nursing home where they have his dad. Fully-loaded bedpans will be boobytrapped along the floors, with diapers swinging on pulleys that he will have to evade. Once he finds his dad, he has to then change his diaper and put him into clothes that are actually his; not ones that belong to the other 90-year old down the hall.

There will be a wheelchair chase sequence through the halls. Walking canes will be used for sword duels and the beeps of heart monitors will unravel a secret code as to where the most cherished artifact, the golden social security check, is in safe keeping.

But luckily, they will escape to the wonderful red dot plane-travel sequence.
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Is this what cinema is coming to? Rebirthing deceased successes in hopes of getting people off their couches, away from their 52-inch plasma screen televisions with a Dolby 5.1 surround sound hookup and push them into a theater with chain-smoking, coughing-up-a-lung ignorami, crying babies, and the constant tearing of snackfood wrappers.

Count my sweet polish ass out.