Fontaine's Film Wipe

The more I see of Indiana Jones in the 21st century, the more I think he was better off staying in the 1980s, where he belongs. When George Lucas and Steven Spielberg conjured up this testosterone-fueled character all those decades ago, he was ostensibly a "hero," but in reality he was a cold-blooded cad. Indy wasn't a "nice guy" just out to find hidden treasure; he was a determined mercenary who could kill a roomful of men and sit down to eat a bowl of cornflakes right after. Whether he was throwing a kebab skewer through a guy's chest or shooting a sword fighter in a town square to save time, Jones meant business.  Fast forward to 2008, and we got a taste of an older and weirder version of Indiana Jones in a film that should never have been made. After seeing it, all I could think was, "Well, at least the movie is unaware of how bad it is." Spielberg couldn't leave well enough alone, and had to revive a character that had left audiences with