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Wednesday, May 28, 2008 

Thrilling heroics

My inner child is pretty delighted with Iron Man and especially the new Indiana Jones movie, which I saw tonight; my outer adult is even more pleased that I can still enjoy them even as that inner child gee-whizzes its way through the special effects and banter. I saw the latter tonight, and bless Spielberg for launching us into the action right away. Any opening sequence that ends with [SPOILER] Indy hiding himself in a lead lined fridge in a fake town on the Los Alamos testing range to survive the impending nuclear bomb is alright in my book. To say nothing of the vertiginous giddiness I felt watching Tony fuckin' Stark test out his armor, flying above Los Angeles just for the sheer hell of it.

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