...and i've got no time to write them today.
But I really feel compelled, out of some deep well of spitefulness within me, to state the following:
Dana Stevens' review of Indiana Jones has to be, without a doubt, the most self-indulgent, narcissistic, self-congratulatory puff piece of film "review" that I have ever read.
Look: If your review of the film works harder to convince the reader of your cleverness than it does to help them decide whether or not to see the film, then you just aren't doing your job. Go write for Salon or something, where that brand of intellectual masturbation is better appreciated.
Here endeth the lesson.