Something people learn about me is that I am a skeptic. This usually comes as a shock since artistic types are automatically expected to believe in all sorts of mystical blather. I did grow up in a family that believes in a lot of that stuff so my skepticism is hard won. I credit my love of science and math for giving me a healthy dose of skepticism.
When I was really young I was a little bit obsessed with the mystical stories around the legend of the crystal skulls. At one point in the late 1980s I was even asked to visit Anna Mitchell-Hedges home to have a look at the skull in her possession to see if I would receive psychic vibrations from it. You might not be too familiar with this particular hoax and can read more about crystal skulls in this Archaeological Institute of America post.
Due to my previous interests it was with great excitement that I learned the crystal skulls would feature in the fourth Indiana Jones movie. Unfortunately, I ended up agreeing with virtually every scathing thing the Red Letter Media guys had to say about Kingdom of the Crystal Skull.
There was one moment in the review, however, that I disagreed with. Plinkett mentions that he doesn’t think little girls watch the movies and imagine themselves as Indiana Jones.
Oh my gosh, he could not be more wrong. I can’t tell you how many women I’ve met over the years who went so far as to study related sciences because they wanted to grow up and BE Indiana Jones. I was so annoyed by this comment I eventually wrote a novel that let me write an entire female lead who is the center of her own adventure story.
This came up yet again this weekend chatting with a coworker on set and we talked about wanting to grow up to be Indiana Jones.
In a future post I might tell you about my family’s link to Harrison Ford.