nixon

Indiana Jones and the Kingdom of the Colostomy Bag, or whatever it's called, has got to be the most worrisome vision into the Baby Boomer midlife crisis I have yet to witness. I really, really hope that this is not the beginning of a whole genre of films in which aging white folks drive about in various vehicles that look remarkably like Suburbans having wholesome adventures with their kids and ignoring things like racial sensitivity and the increasing likelihood of their own skeletal structures retaining significant damage from falls.

But it did set up nicely for the new ride at Disney.