We saw Indiana Jones and the Crystal Skull or whatever it is called.
Two hours of action with a 65-year-old, or so, Harrison Ford.
I fell asleep for half an hour and when I woke up they were still somewhere in a forest trying to bring back to its original place a plastic skull, which we were supposed to believe as a crystal skull.
It is a well-done movie, the crew is a never-ending list of animators, stunts and experts in special effects, a chain of professionals which ended up doing their job very well and make tons of money.
Still, where is the story? I left the movie theater exhausted.
I felt weird, as if I was taking away nothing with me.
But this is me.