If you only watch one scene from this movie, let it be De Niro crying while watching the investment bank commercial.
This and SOLO have confirmed two things for me:
1. We’re in the age of mainstream fanfic, and
2. I don’t love that.
Watching this movie, I kept thinking about how Spielberg once wanted to direct a Bond film, but Cubby Broccoli wouldn’t let him, so instead he and George Lucas made their own version of James Bond called Indiana Jones.
I hope more directors will start making their own versions of their favorite franchises soon.