I’m writing this post even at the risk of being one of those scary fangirls. I am possibly a borderline Indiana Jones fangirl, even though the vast majority of the time I can’t work up the energy to be a fangirl about anything at all. Anyway, if that’s what I am, I guess I can own it, since I can’t think of a single other thing I qualify as “fangirl” for. Make fun if you must. Onward.
Lots of people skip the 2nd in the Indiana Jones trilogy, The Temple of Doom. Admitedly, it’s not my favorite either. My mom doesn’t like it because it’s gross, and I think it definitely has some darker stuff in it than the other two movies do, so I understand that reasoning. The reason I never liked it, though, was that it seemed incongruous. Indiana Jones wasn’t the Indiana Jones I’d come to know and love (despite his repeatedly choosing career over love) in Raiders of the Lost Ark, and he’s certainly not the lovable guy from The Last Crusade who makes jokes with his dad and falls for… well, that’s a whole different blog post.
**SPOILER ALERT** Lots of Temple of Doom spoilers follow. I’m assuming you’ve already seen it and decided your opinion on it. If you haven’t seen it, watch it first, then come back here and read this.
