It’s been in development for over a decade and rumors have swirled about its immediacy off and on over the last few years, but George Lucas has made it official: 67 year old Harrison Ford will don his fedora and stumble around as Indiana Jones one more time.
Okay, I kid about the stumbling around part, but the new Indy movie will begin filming next year with a release date scheduled for May 2008. No word on plot or guest stars, though it has been widely rumored that Sean Connery will for some reason reprise his role as Indy’s dad–don’t get the point of that myself–which should be quite interesting considering that Ford is 67 and looks 65, so does that mean Connery will be doddering around in a wheelchair as an 80-something character.
Frankly, I’d prefer to bring back Karen Allen as the only decent female character the series ever produced, Marian Ravenswood. One can only guess that the story will take place at least twenty years after the events of Raiders of the Lost Ark which would place the setting in at least the mid-50s. Perhaps this time around Indiana Jones can go in search of yet another mythical object–Joseph McCarthy’s brain, maybe? Or even possibly his heart? Hey, I know, how about his sense of decency or shame?
Okay, maybe you have guessed that I am somewhat tentatively embracing this whole concept. I do have some hope at these words from George Lucas, that the next Indiana Jones movie will be a “character piece.” I frankly don’t really care to see a man nearing 70 running around like he did 25 years ago. On the other hand, Indiana Jones has always been a far more interesting character than James Bond or that guy Bruce Willis plays in those Die Already movies. Indiana Jones is like an onion, after all, he has layers of depth and once upon a time Harrison Ford was an expressive enough actor to give hints to those layers without actually delving into them. I think Indy Jones is a character who carry a movie that isn’t wall to wall action, that is more introspective and in which we learn more about him. Try that with James Bond and what do you get? You get Timothy Dalton turning the caricature into a human being and audiences staying away in droves.
I’ll be there when the next Indiana Jones movie comes out, just like I was there on opening day for the other three Indiana Jones movies. And even if–God forbid–we are forced to wade through Sean Connery’s ever-thickening brogue in a reprisal of his role as Indiana Jones’s dad, I think there is a possibility this could be a good idea.
Don’t hold me accountable if this turns out to be something along the lines of Dirty Dancing: Havana Nights, however.