As I came in the theater and the movie started, I noticed an awful smell I couldn't identify. It filled the air and laced itself into every nostril like an evil little parasite. But it was an Indy movie so I resolved myself to ignore the stench and watch and try to like it.
Indiana comes on, he looks older and tired-er. The scenes and his acting seem more like he's doing a high school play of an Indiana Jones movie, but whatever, we'll run with it.
There's a really solid little moment of genuine sadness while he laments the loss of his dad and Marcus, and you can really feel his loneliness.
Shia LaBeouf shows up and the movie starts to feel more like Temple of Doom than either of the two ACTUAL Indiana films. Goofy, childish, absurd. None of the depth and heart and wonder and sincerity of Raiders and Last Crusade. Just pointless, mindless, meaningless action, and not even GOOD action besides.
A couple of the chase scenes work okay. The nameless thug getting eaten by ants is pretty vivid.
And then the aliens show up and I finally identify the smell: the pungent stench of post-Phantom-Menace George Lucas.
No, the aliens are no more absurd than a holy relic shooting lasers and melting faces, but they're a totally different flavor. They're science fiction, while Indiana Jones has always been about history, mysticism, and religion. I've always liked the struggle between Indy's personal lack of a connection with any kind of god, and all the real religious supernatural things he sees.
So yes, my primary argument basically boils down to: It Messed With My Childhood. But I have two counter-counter-arguments. 1) So what? Don't YOU get angry when people mess with the things you love? and 2) Even by itself the film is bad.
Note that I hate Temple of Doom with the depths of my soul. Short Round is by far the worst anything in everything ever. I'd rather have Crystal Skull playing on repeat on the insides of my eyelids for the rest of my life than watch even one minute of that cinematic abortion.
TLDR version: i liek bawls LOL