I thoroughly agree with a Metacritic amateur review of this film: Spielberg should stop indulging George Lucas. This is a listless, self-satisfied outing that brings out the worst instincts in a director with unmatchable craft and continually unrealized artistry (the best scene in the film is the rich, deep-focussed diner sequence, with intriguing pockets of teenaged activity blossoming behind Indy and Mutt as they trudge through more humdrum exposition). From the half-assed CGI, to Ford grimacing through every scene, everyone involved in this utterly forgettable dreck should've left well enough alone.
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