Steve G.’s review:
You know what the best part of Raiders Of The Lost Ark is? It's the bit where he gets in Jock's plane and craps himself at discovering that a snake is sharing his place.
I'm not saying it's my favourite part. I don't have a favourite part, really, and I don't even concern myself with trying to think of one. But that one little scene, with a little help from Indy's dalliance with some darts fired from the walls, the giant rock, the pit, and the door that nearly loses him his hat, establishes straight away that this isn't going to be your usual action adventure.
This hero's a little bit different. He's not infallible. In fact, he might not be a hero at all. He's an archaeologist with a whip and a gun who is quite opportunistic. He's also very afraid of snakes and quite possibly rather clumsy and very certainly slightly awkward and bookish. As soon as you see his fright at meeting Reggie, you know right away this is going to be a bit different.
It is, of course, a wonderful film that was fortunate enough to be followed up by two very impressive sequels that, while not as good, prove to be perfect companion pieces. But I do feel slightly sad thinking back to this and its sequels. Why? Because I want this Steven Spielberg back.
I want the Spielberg back that made films that dominated my childhood viewing because they were so good that I watched them time after time after time. I don't want the Spielberg that makes war dramas and films about horses. I want Spielberg to make films like more like the Indiana Jones films again.