After a three-year gap to let the stench of Crystal Skull dissipate, Spielberg's comeback was everything Indy used to be: breathless, air-punching adventure from beginning to end. The performance-capture format was a bold move but there's simply no other way this could have worked, and you can feel The Berg's excitement at its possibilities in every frame (not least in that glorious 152-second shot that crowns the tremendous escape from Bagghar). The wait for a sequel continues to rank as one of the worst experiences mankind has ever faced.
I really want to see the film that comes between Casablanca and Sabrina, where Rick Blaine flees Morocco and worms his way into an upstate New York family where he assumes the role of Linus Larabee, a successful businessman, in order to evade the vengeful son of Major Strasser. And then I want to see the film that comes after Sabrina, where all the characters collide in Paris and Sabrina falls in love with Ilsa and Rick lets them go off together and Strasser Jr realises that Larabee is really Blaine because literally nobody else could be that GODDAMN NOBLE ALL OF THE GODDAMN TIME