Indiana Jones and the Kingdom of the Crystal Skull 4K 2008

American film critic Roger Ebert, the only critic to have his own star on the Hollywood Walk of Stars, wrote the best and most accurate review of the new "Indiana" so far, saying something like this: "If you don't like it, then I don't talk to you anymore." If Ebert had been a little more impudent and more assertive, he would have added to this in shaky anger: "But if you still want to talk, then at three by the bridge." And that would probably be the most correct reaction of the last of the moviegoers in the world.

"Indiana Jones and the Kingdom of the Crystal Skull" is, forgive me for the vulgar comparisons, the end of an era. The cinema, which used to become a role model and a hit of the season, now seems to be about to be pumped up with formaldehyde in the end, so that it does not decompose much, it will be taken to the morgue of film history, where it will be put on the same shelf with the silent films of Charlie Chaplin and the forgotten King Kong. 76 years old. You understand this especially clearly when you watch it together with everyone: you notice behind yourself that you laugh like a fool where others frown; you hear the nervous giggle of a whispering spectator, struck by the mere sight of a lively archaeologist, getting out of a refrigerator thrown by a nuclear explosion without a single scratch, is heard in the hall.

Culture, as one of the classics rightly noted, is not divided into parts, but, most likely, passes into different states. And if earlier cinema was a Lumiere's riddle, a great illusion, and the viewer in it was a naive fool, then today or tomorrow it is the opportunism reasoned by realism and spoiled whiners of the myspace generation.

Since all of the present is connected by only one thing - a common end. Those living geniuses who are already unable to create anything outstanding for the world film culture (De Palma, Coppola, Lucas, Spielberg) no longer shoot masterpieces, but out of a sense of respect they try to add the tail of the era they found in their youth. "Kingdom of the Crystal Skull" is made exactly in the spirit of that time: deliberately pavilion shooting, old-fashioned editing, chases with humor, indispensable kicks in the balls, cartoon villains in the form of Soviet soldiers. When Blanchett, in the guise of the favorite of the Soviet leader, the ardent communist Irina Shpalko, turns to 65-year-old Ford, pulls out a Cossack saber and says her inimitable "walk around!" - Well, isn't it fun, huh? So why take this archaism, kitsch at face value, and then still pretend to be a shameless pseudo-patriot and reiterate with a clever air, in essence, about nothing - there is something pathological in this.

In a nutshell, the new "Indiana Jones" is such a furious retro-action movie that, a little foolishly, but frantically, shimmering with colors, flies to hell with Williams' cheerful music and only at the end, when it comes to absolutely uniform disgrace like contacts of the third world, manages to slow down at the very edge of the audience's location. You involuntarily realize that Lucas and Spielberg have finally lost their minds over the years, but in their souls they have remained eternal teenagers with childish joy because the movie is simply running across the screen. And if at some point we stop smiling at them in response, then the critic Ebert will be right - we will have nothing more to talk about.