I'll be damned. Lucas and Spielberg have finally gotten a script they want. Indiana Jones 4 is gonna shoot this year.
But, it's more than 20 years later... who will the big baddies be? Nazis in hiding in South America? The North Koreans? Stalin? (Wait, he was dead already by '53...)
And how much abuse can Dr. Jones' body take before he breaks a hip?
You throw me the idol, I throw you the cane!
Perhaps he'll find a terrifying cult that rips pulsing pacemakers from the chests of its victims.
Raiders of the Early Bird Dinner Special?
"It's not the years, honey, it's the mileage... No, wait. It is the years. The painful, painful march of the years... And who are you? Somebody get me some macaroni and cheese and Jell-o."
Well, all I can say is, George Lucas - you screw this up like you screwed up the last three Star Wars movies, I may have to come kick yer ass! (And considering my depth perception issues and bad balance, it might take some real effort. And he'll have to stand really, really still.)