![]() It starts off with a scene that's not in the movie, with Indy deep in ancient ruins in a South American rain forest with his old British friend George "Mac" McHale. I loved reading it, and was enthralled at every turn of a page. In my personal opinion it's a great addition and a thrilling story. With all the criticism and hate that this new addition to the Indiana Jones franchise got, I feel like somewhat of a loner when I say I loved both this movie and the book. I don't think this snippet was in the movie (at least explicitly), and for that I can forgive George all the Ewoks, Gungans, Pecks, Greedo-shooting-firsts, and young Anakins in the world.Īctually, that last sentence is completely false. If that doesn't make every fiber of your being groan, I'm not sure what will. Spalko took advantage, smashing a fist at him. His gaze dropped for a fraction of a heartbeat. Mutt's attention faltered.just for a split second. Take a look at this gem of a passage, wedged in between a (well-filmed) high-speed jungle sword fight:Īs she turned and straightened, the top two buttons of her tunic popped open. The writing fluctuates from barely passable to truly awful. This was, understandably, a bit of a disappointment and the main reason I initially set this one down months and months ago. Now for those who have seen the movie this may seem impossible, but it (the movie) has more psychological insight, based purely off of C+ grade facial expressions, than the novelization. I wasn't disappointed or terribly impressed with the final outcome, but I figured I could turn to the book to get the only things it had to offer a story like this: additional scenes, of which it has only a scant few, and insight into the psychologies of the main characters. I intentionally, winkingly let myself get swept up in the hype. So why would I read this book? For starters, Raiders of the Lost Ark is my favorite movie, and I was pretty damn excited (and nervous) about a new Indiana Jones installation last summer. I'm not going to get into a discussion of plot, acting, and execution here, but there were certainly some poor choices and missed opportunities. I actually enjoy the Crystal Skull a good bit, but I am still stunned by some of the weirdly inexplicable choices that the Beards made this time around ("Nuking the Fridge" and "Tarzan Cartoon Sequence" being only the most noticeable of these). And considering that Temple of Doom and The Last Crusade, which I love with a fierce and irrational passion, are an outrageous horror-comedy-bizarro dream and tepid rehash of Raiders, respectively, this must have been difficult to arrange, even for The Neck himself. Second, it's easily the weakest of the Indiana Jones stories that have been made into movies. Presumably (and one could certainly say obviously), this story is better told on celluloid. First, it's a movie tie-in that's an adaptation of a made-for-film story. Serious enough that asking "why did you read this, Bram?" is not only fair, but fully expected. This book had a couple serious obstacles to overcome right from the start. With a hot-headed teenage biker as his unlikely wing man and his vengeful new Russian nemesis waiting for a rematch, Indy’s back in the game–playing for a prize all the wonders of the world could never rival. Suddenly the road to retirement takes a sharp detour when a colleague’s kidnapping leads Jones into the depths of the Amazon jungle on a desperate rescue mission. But when he’s tarred as a suspected spy and fired by his university, Indy thinks it may be time to hang up his hat.įate, however, has other plans. Their objective: a relic even more precious–and powerful–than the mythic Ark, capable of unlocking secrets beyond human comprehension.įast thinking and some high-speed maneuvers help Jones turn the tables, and a one-in-a-million escape narrowly saves him from certain death. soldiers, and plunder a top-secret government warehouse. Commanded by a sword-wielding colonel who’s as sinister as she is stunning, the menacing Reds drag an unwilling Indy along as they brazenly invade American soil, massacre U.S. But for Indiana Jones, the Cold War really heats up when his latest expedition is crashed by a ruthless squad of Russian soldiers. Now it’s 1957, the atomic age is in full swing, and McCarthy-era paranoia has the nation on edge. From the fabled lost Ark of the Covenant to the legendary Holy Grail, he’s salvaged the world’s most amazing artifacts, while beating the baddest villains and defying the most breathtaking odds. But the man in the jaunty brown fedora and battered leather jacket is no ordinary digger in the dirt. Everyone’s favorite globe-trotting, tomb-raiding, wisecracking archaeologist is finally at it again–hurtling headfirst into high adventure and relying on his wits, his fists, and his trusty bullwhip to get him out of deep trouble.
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