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One of the oddest mixed bags of the year,Indiana Jones and the Dial of Destinyis both as bad as many expected and better than most likely imagined. The film is not only the first Indiana Jones installment not to be directed bySteven Spielberg, but it’s also meant to serve as the series’ fifth and final chapter. Both those aspects ofThe Dial of Destinyset its director,Ford v FerrariandLoganhelmer James Mangold, up to succeed and fail in ways that are well-suited to him. On the one hand,The Dial of Destinylacks many of its franchise’s defining traits — namely, its uniquely Spielbergian verve.
On the other hand, the film boasts a surprisingly layered thematic depth that could only have been achieved by a filmmaker like Mangold, whose affection for his characters has made him a go-to director for franchise swan songs likeDial of DestinyandLogan. As disappointing as they are, his latest film’s numerous technical failings feel difficult to pin directly on him, too. Mangold isn’t, after all, the only relatively accomplished studio filmmaker working today who makes movies that still rely far too much on shoddy CGI and digital effects.
The biggest problem withThe Dial of Destinyis that it doesn’t ever feel like Mangold had that much fun making the film. Throughout its 154-minute runtime, one can feel Mangold understandably buckling under the weight of his unparalleled predecessor’s legacy.The Dial of Destinyconsequently lacks the directorial mischievousness that, regardless of their flaws, is present in all four ofthe previous Indiana Jones movies. At the same time, the overly considerate touch Mangold brings toThe Dial of Destinyis also what ensures that its melancholic, surprisingly sweet final notes land as well as they do.
Indiana Jones and the Dial of Destinyopens in fitting fashion with a trip back in time to 1944 Europe. The blockbuster’s prologue followsHarrison Ford’s Indiana Jonesas he and his bumbling archeological partner in crime, Basil Shaw (Toby Jones), get caught trying to save a precious historical artifact from a legion of Nazi soldiers. Their capture leads to a series of mishaps and confrontations on a Nazi train that result in Indy and Basil coming into possession of one-half of the famed Archimedes Dial, an artifact coveted byDial of Destiny’s resident villain andWernher von Braunstand-in, Jürgen Voller (Mads Mikkelsen).
Twenty-five years later, Ford’s older Indy lives alone in a New York City apartment, slowly inching closer to full-blown retirement. Still grieving the loss of his son and on the verge of divorcing his wife, Marion Ravenwood (Karen Allen), Indy is quickly pulled out of his listless existence by the arrival of his goddaughter, Helena Shaw (Phoebe Waller-Bridge), the surviving daughter of Jones’ Basil. After he’s conned into giving her his half of the Archimedes Dial, Indy sets out to retrieve the artifact before either Helena sells it or Mikkelsen’s still-scheming Voller gets his hands on it. What follows is a globetrotting cat-and-mouse game that sticks fairly close to the franchise’s established adventure serial formula.
WhereThe Dial of Destinystrays from its franchise’s well-established path is in its reliance on visual effects that make huge portions of its world and action sequences look rubbery and fake. The film’s Nazi Germany-set prologue is the only sequence that feels truly lighthearted and carefree, as if Mangold gave himself permission during those days on set to actually take a few pages out of Spielberg’s playbook and just havefun. Unfortunately, the sequence suffers greatly from its reliance on de-aging VFX that is meant to make Ford look like he did in the 1980s but just make him resemble a video game character more than a living, breathing human being.
Once Mangold ditches the film’s digitally altered Indy, Ford proves to be as good as ever inThe Dial of Destiny. As he’s gotten older, Ford has swapped out his once-signature gruffness and physically imposing presence for a more emotionally introspective persona, but not sinceBlade Runner 2049has he felt as in touch with all of his capabilities as he does here. His comedic timing is as perfect as it’s ever been, and his commitment to playing his iconic archeologist this time around as a heartbroken, despondent man — someone whose grief and passion for history has left him stranded in the present — is one of the only things aboutThe Dial of Destinythat truly justifies its existence.
Opposite him, both Waller-Bridge and Mikkelsen prove to be well-cast counters to Ford’s Indiana, though, the former’s Helena does suffer a bit from the film’s unnecessarily prickly initial rendering of her. Together, the three bring real life toThe Dial of Destiny’s three central forces, even as Mangold and cinematographer Phedon Papamichael frequently fail to match Spielberg’s signature directorial eye. Most ofDial of Destiny’s action sequences fall flat, either due to their own imperfect VFX or Mangold’s overly neat style. The film remains so concerned at all times with moving its plot forward that it routinely chooses not to luxuriate in the chaos or violence of its various set pieces.
The inspired, silent movie visual gags that Spielberg brought to his Indiana Jones movies are nowhere to be found inThe Dial of Destiny. No sequence in the film matches the screwball absurdity of Ford and Kate Capshaw’s desperate nightclub scramble inTemple of Doom, the former’s prolonged fistfight around a moving airplane inRaiders of the Lost Ark, or the balletic, oversized grandiosity of that film’s opening temple exploration and escape. Instead, many ofThe Dial of Destiny’s action sequences feel strangely allergic to fun.
Mangold’s strait-laced visual approach robsDial of Destinyof the gory nastiness that Spielberg and George Lucas often went out of their way to inject into the franchise. The film features more than a few punches to Nazi faces, but it never melts itsvillains’ mugs offin front of our eyes, rips out their hearts, pincushions any of them to walls with arrows, or lets any of them be eaten alive by fire ants. The result of all these omissions is an Indiana Jones film that, at times, lacks any real personality, which isn’t something that can be said of even the franchise’s worst Spielberg-directed installments likeIndiana Jones and the Kingdom of the Crystal Skull.
While Mangold never comes close to replicating the amped-up energy of Spielberg’s filmmaking or the schlocky gore that he and Lucas embraced in the series’ initial entries, theFord v Ferraridirector does bring a delicate touch toThe Dial of Destiny’s story and themes. In its third act, the film commits so wholeheartedly to the biggest sci-fi twist in its franchise’s history that it briefly achieves a transcendent kind of goofiness. Mangold, with the help of Ford’s emotionally raw central performance, uses that tonal high to propelThe Dial of Destinytoward an ending that is subversively quiet and moving.
For much of the film, Mangold wisely resists replaying any of the Indiana Jones franchise’s old hits. He strives to put his own stamp on a series that will forever belong to its original director and star. Even if he doesn’t totally succeed, the filmmaker’s resistance to tugging on his viewers’ nostalgic memories is what makesThe Dial of Destiny’s final scene, which pays direct tribute to the past, so effective. Ironically, it’s whenThe Dial of Destinydecides to retrace its franchise’s footsteps that it manages to carve out a new path for both itself and its hero.
Indiana Jones and the Dial of Destinyis now playing in theaters.
