Upon entering the theater to watch Indian Jones, I found myself not only ambivalent but a tad annoyed as well. I told my mother, I told her twice that I had no need to actually watch this movie.

She retaliated by saying that “this-is-a-once-in-a-life-time-opportunity-and-you-are-watching-it- whether-it-suits-you-or-not-missy.”

Apparently, soon Harrison Ford‘s movie career is limited.

Whatever.

I don’t actually find the need to give things much of a chance, you see, I’m content in my own little world where the things I like are the things I like immediately.

Obviously, I have a problem.

Because Indian Jones Kingdom of the Crystal Skull wound up being one of those funny movies that actually had a plotline. A movie where you’re happy just sitting there at the edge of your seat laughing or biting your lip or telling Shia LaBeouf to “BE CAREFUL,YOU IDIOT!”

The term “never a dull moment” fits better with this film than any other I’ve ever seen.

Because people like me, as fifteen-year-old-females with short attention spans, cannot possibly just have Indie searching for clues in a dark corner.

We need man-eating ants, a mystery to keep us wondering amidst our viewing, sword fights between a crazed female villain (FEMALE!) and a high-school drop out on the back of hurtling jeeps, we need, of course, a mother who knows all and hunt for gold that ends up not only surprising us, but satisfying those of us who have a love knowledge as well.

Its been a while since I was able to go home after a movie and pretend I myself was gripping the crystal skull or shoving a rapier through some vile man.

Truly, this movie is one where (even amidst the battling and screaming and comrades dieing left and right) you wished you where there--fighting.

I don’t buying popcorn however, mine went to waste, seeing as I was too engrossed to actually any of it. :)