My Experiences with Raiders of the Lost Ark

Indiana Jones and the Raiders of the Lost Ark (Special Edition)

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So today’s movie review isn’t much of a review. I mean, I assume it goes without saying that virtually everyone in the world has seen Raiders of the Lost Ark. You have, haven’t you? (If not, could you please tell me why not?) So what’s the point in reviewing a movie most people have already seen, and the majority of the film world views as a classic?

Instead, I’m going to talk about the impact that movie has made on me. Because we all know reviews are all about the reviewer anyway, so why pretend they’re about anything else?*

My earliest Raiders memories are quite vivid in my mind for a number of reasons. Number one, my family rented it from the movie store, and I dropped it down the stairs, breaking the video tape. The movie came out in 1981, so I figure I was probably in first grade or so by the time I dropped it down the stairs, although I suppose I might have been a bit older. I remember pretending to be Indiana Jones on the playground. In my mind, this consisted of rubbing my face a lot in contemplation, and then pretending to whip just about everything in sight. All I was missing was some facial stubble.

And of course, there’s one other reason Raiders stood out in my elementary school mind: people’s faces melted in it. Literally melted. Like, you could see their bones and everything. How cool was that? To think I lived in an age where I could see people’s faces melt . . . beyond awesome. Looking back at that memory, I kind of wonder what the heck my parents were thinking, letting me see it. I mean, I think my son’s still a year or two off from being able to watch it, but maybe I’m just more of a stickler than my parents were.

In any case, Indiana Jones was a pinnacle in my mind from a very early age. Since then, I’ve watched the movie many many times. I own the box set of the trilogy, and I enjoy seeing it each time. For more nitty-gritty details on the movie, check out the excellent imdb page on the movie. I love that site, and have spent many hours happily immersed in movie trivia and behind the scenes tidbits. (For example, did you know Raiders was Alfred Molina’s first film? Or that the screenplay was done by the same guy who did the screenplay for another classic: Empire Strikes Back? Stuff like that just fascinates me. Gotta love the movie connections.)

My question to you all is this: what are your first Raiders memories? Please share, if you’re willing. I’d love to hear them. And if (gasp!) you’ve never seen the movie, it’s waiting here in Mantor for you to check out. Come on by and pick it up, then tell me what you think.

Happy Friday, all!

*To explain–Reviews vary wildly based on the reviewer. One person may love a film, another may hate it. I’m sure there are people out there who have never seen Raiders, or who wish they’d never seen it to begin with. That’s okay. There are people who don’t like bratwurst, either. The trick with reviews is to find a reviewer whose taste are close to your own, then listen to that reviewer and ignore everybody else. Who cares if 99% of reviewers hated a movie, so long as you loved it? Today, with Rottentomatoes and the like, people seem to want to defend their tastes. They’re upset if other people disagree with them. That’s silly. I can love a movie; you can hate it. I can’t tell you that you’re wrong, and vice versa. There’s no right or wrong when it comes to taste.

Except with Raiders of the Lost Ark. ๐Ÿ™‚

2 thoughts on “My Experiences with Raiders of the Lost Ark”

  1. Okay Bryce, I’m going to go on the record with this one: apparently when I was a toddler (like 2 when Raiders came out), I really wanted to go see the movie with my brothers. So I begged and pleaded with my mother, and I may have used toilet-training as a bargaining chip. I bugged my mom relentlessly for weeks or months to let me see Raiders, and then in the first two minutes (like when the boulder first appears) apparently it terrified me so much that I begged to be taken OUT of the theater.

    This is an example of how having is not always as pleasing a thing as wanting. This is also an example of how mothers embellish stories when they repeat them to their children.

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