I just got back from a special screening of Raiders of the Lost Arch and I've forgotten how much I loved that movie. Not really forgotten but left behind a hazy fog of horrible summer action movies.
I was born a girl with high anxiety and a poor memory for science and history. I knew from an early age I couldn't be Indy, but I could strive for Spielburgian greatness by emulating his leading ladies. Strong, smart, loud and opinionated. (Except you Willie. Sorry but you must grow a pair and stop the screaming...) I try to embody that sexy leading lady but it doesn't always work out that way. But for Indiana, it is worth trying.
Much like Bond, no woman could hold him. Yet unlike Bond, he was vulnerable. Jones bled and every fight was not so easily won. (And lets not forget his famous phobia.) Indy could get excited by architecture and history. A relic could send him off into a whirlwind of excitement. The man got off on mummies.
It's the passion, drive, daring that made me love him.
All these reasons and more are why I love him. Those three films (Four? There wasn't a forth one. No such thing.) had a great effect on my relationship choices for better or worse.
Hell, I did marry a scientist.