Bye, Indy…

Elena Tucker
4 min readAug 15, 2023
Thanks to Bitmoji, I, too, can become a globe-trotting, treasure-seeking … um… archeologist? Well, not the archeologist part, for that I’d have to get a college degree. Bitmoji doesn’t have that kind of pixie magic dust.

I saw Indiana Jones and the Dial of Destiny this weekend. In the actual theater. Be warned, this blog contains some spoilers, so if you haven’t seen the movie and want to be surprised, do not read on.

It was proper to see the latest installment of the franchise in the theater. I mean, I saw the first one in the theater, and the subsequent ones as well. I haven’t seen the inside of a movie theater in quite a while before COVID — in since 2018! I don’t regret going now, but it’s going to be a long time until I go again. There’s something about getting comfy at home, stopping the movie and using the bathroom whenever you want, and getting the food you like (as opposed to salty, stale popcorn), that is simply more appealing now.

No, our TV set is not humongous nor do we have a “home theater” setup. But then, our couch is comfortable, the ‘fridge is nearby, and we don’t have to hear other people’s comments.

And, we can feel free to have all the feels — I’m not ashamed to say that I cried because this was the end of the era for me, personally. And yes, it felt ridiculously personal. Not only to me, I am pretty sure this felt personal to many. Yes, we were along for the ride, but we were also in the ride, participants as well as witnesses. We were alongside Indiana Jones and we also were Indiana Jones. Oh, and let’s not forget, every time a Nazi died, it was time to cheer. I wanted to go back and rewatch the Nazi roll under the wheels of a fast-moving vehicle. Take that! Ooh! Ooh! Go back. … Yes! Take that again! Pow! Shwing! Zang! Good times, sigh, good times.

I don’t actually want to talk about the movie’s plot and action. The movie had all the elements that it was supposed to have. Indy was still sharp of mind, given codes to decode, and the Nazis still were digging in the wrong place. He was as close to immortal as he could possibly be at 80 years of age, taking a bullet in the chest like a man (of iron), without bleeding too much or even losing consciousness, but continuing to fight in hand-to-hand combat, jumping from airplanes, and other such feats of daring do.

I don’t even want to talk about how amazing the CGI technology was that made him young in the beginning, and it was impossibly amazing!

I want to talk about how he should have been left in the past (when he had the…



Elena Tucker

Writer and storyteller, immigrant, wife, mom, knitter, collector of jokes, lover of cheap, sweet wine.