
Indiana Jones and the Dial of Destiny and all the images you see in this review are owned by Walt Disney Studios Motion Pictures
Directed by James Mangold
I’ve actually gone back and rewatched the Indiana Jones trilogy recently, and for the most part, they still hold up pretty well. Not so much Temple of Doom, but even that one has some charm to it and the big action packed finale is a sight to behold. There’s just something unique about them that has kept the series relevant after all these years and sadly could not be recaptured with the fourth movie which at the time felt a bookend for the series. Now we’re back with one more adventure starring the even more aged Indiana Jones and without Spielberg or Lucas behind the camera. Does this change in direction bode well for Indy’s final adventure, or will this just feel hollow and cheap without the original creators who couldn’t even make it work again back in 2008? Let’s find out!!
The year is 1969 and Indiana Jones (Harrison Ford) is now just crotchety old Dr. Jones teaching college classes that no one cares about when he’s not sleeping in his old man armchair. Needless to say that the glory days have long been over with a few personal tragedies peppered throughout for good measure, but all of that is about to change as the daughter of an old friend shows up and asks him about an ancient artifact. Her name is Helena (Phoebe Waller-Bridge) and she’s looking for a mysterious dial that her father was obsessed with and that Indy took off a Nazi researcher back during the war. Said researcher, Jürgen Voller (Mads Mikkelsen), is also after the dial which holds some mysterious power and when he sends his goons to take the piece of it that is at the university, Indy finds himself whisked away on one last adventure to settle an old score, solve a mystery from his past, and save the day once again! Can Dr. Jones summon the courage and dust off the cobwebs to become Indy once again? Why did Helena show up after all this time, and what are her plans for the Dial once they find all the pieces? Seriously, is he wearing a fedora in 1969? That’s somehow more disconcerting than the guy running around with a bullwhip.


