Welcome back Indy, and Harrison.

The trailer for Indiana Jones and the Kingdom of the Crystal Skull was recently released, all be it mostly snippets of the other Indiana movies.  Despite this, the movie itself still looks pretty sweet.  This blog is not however about the trailer.  It is about sequels and about Harrison himself.  First off, although I am a fan of this sequel because Indian Jones is a pimp, the day of the sequel has to come to an end.  Some movies are good enough to deserve a sequel, but especially Sylvester Stallone has to give it a break.  Usually resurrecting a series destroys it, and I hope Indiana will not be yet another caution story of the danger of sequels.  

The heart of this blog is about Mr. Ford.  Harrison, or Harry as I like to call him, used to be the man.  He did the Star Wars movies, he did the Indiana Jones movies, he did Fugitive, and it seemed as though he was on top of the world.  Then, some where in between 6 days and 7 nights, Air Force One, and Firewall, he lost his way.  Hopefully this is a return to the old Harrison.  The Harrison who strutted his thing across the silver screen with no regard for others.  The Harrison that lived life with a Blastech DL-44 and a whip and wouldn't hesitate to kill you with either if you looked at him the wrong way.  We miss you Harrison, we hope you still have that edge and we hope to see you soon.  

Love,

Your loyal fans