Tomorrow is the premiere of the latest (and probably last) Indiana Jones movie. Cindy and I, along with Amber and Shawn, are planning to attend the 8:15pm showing at Waterford Lakes. I believe this is the most expensive theater in Orlando (not counting Downtown Disney’s AMC theater), but it is a nice facility and its close to our place.

I’ve been wanting to buy an “Indiana Jones-style” fedora for years and have come close several times to actually purchasing one, but this Wired Commentary made me face the REAL reason I’ve never been able to bring myself to buy one to wear. I think we all have this fantasy that our mind tries to convince us is true; if I wear a cape, I’ll be like Superman; if I talk…like…THIS…around…people, I’ll be like Captain Kirk; and if I wear a fedora, I’ll be like Indiana Jones. Well, I would be if he were old, fat and gray-haired.

There is a scathing negative review over at Ain’t It Cool News (beware, there are spoilers) and a spoiler-free positive review up on Den of Geek. I did have to laugh at this forum comment (among hundreds) over at Slashdot:

“The opening scene is a total heart attack. Indy barely escapes a huge stone ball despite being slowed by his walker. He pulls his colostomy bag out of the way just in time. It was a real heart pounding experience. But that was easily fixed with an emergency room visit and some clot-busting drugs.”

Of course, none of this, good, bad or indifferent, would stop me from going to see The Crystal Skull on opening day, just like I did when I went to see Iron Man on its opening day before leaving Baton Rouge 3 weeks ago.