I hate going into movies with expectations. In a way, your mind can be made up about a flick before you see it based on your friend raving about it or bashing it down. How can I possibly come out of National Treasure 2 and say I liked it if three of my friends ripped it to shreds the day before? Not because I’m afraid to like something my friends don’t, but more so that I’m seeing the movie already knowing that people of similar taste as me hated it. So that movie better be really good to impress me because I’ve got some serious prejudice heading in.
I remember how high my hopes were for Indiana Jones 4. Like I don’t know if I’ve ever been so excited for a movie. Actually, I don’t know if I’ve ever been so excited for anything. My favorite movie character back on screen after over 20 years off? Yes. Please. Harrison Ford was back and looked great in the previews. Steven Spielberg preached for months about how he directed this one with the fans in mind. George Lucas went through screenplay after screenplay looking for the perfect script. Everything was coming together for a serious excellent movie. And I couldn’t wait.
Like a huge nerd with no life, I saw it at midnight. I sat through two hours, didn’t say a word to anyone and then the credits came up. And something unexpected happened.
It sucked. Keep Reading…