In a nutshell, “Indiana Jones and The Kingdom of The Crystal Skull” is the most empty-headed of all the “Indy” films dating back to 1981 – yes, even worse than 1984’s “Temple of Doom” with all of Kate Capshaw’s relentless screeching.
In fact, in many ways “Skull” is as much brainless formula as that film.
“Skull” is not without its clever moments—most at the beginning and very end—but it is yet another example of Steven Spielberg emphasizing product over story, with Indy and his latest gang of sidekicks (including Karen Allen) traipsing through one artificial environment after another with cookie-cutter fascists and angry tribes in constant pursuit.
Yes, I love Harrison Ford, and Indiana Jones is one of the greatest characters to ever come out of Hollywood, but “Skull” has as much depth and coherence as a spinning theme park ride.
And we waited 19 years for this?