Indiana Jones and the Dial of Destiny

An adventure that, despite stripping itself of all fanservice air, feels simulated and forced. [Full review in Spanish]

This is not "my" Indiana Jones.

It’s a disappointing facsimile of the much better Indiana Jones films that preceded it.

What’s vexing is the nagging feeling that there’s a much better Indiana Jones film buried in there somewhere. But it would require a feat of archaeology — or at least a rewrite and some judicious editing — to excavate it.

Fun isn’t the most accurate way to describe its excessive antics: there’s never a dull moment, but all the globe-trotting hullaballoo does verge on exhausting.