The Temple of Doom is generally regarded as the weakest in the Indiana Jones series. Though still boasting the considerable collective talents of the Ford-Spielberg-Lucas threesome, it lacks the mythology, substance, plot and erm Nazis of either Raiders of the Lost Ark or The Last Crusade. But, a full 20 years later, it remains just as much fun to settle down to as it ever was. Youd expect nothing less from an Indy flick (which is probably why making a fourth episode is proving such a difficult task today).
Kicking off in Shanghai, 1935 (thereby turning this into something of a prequel), our intrepid archaeologist Dr Jones (Harrison Ford) wastes little time in upsetting some bad guys, getting involved in an almighty bust-up, and of course picking up (well, basically kidnapping) a woman (Kate Capshaw, later to become Mrs Spielberg).
Ending up in India, the three of them (by now theyre joined by Jonathan Ke Quan as a tiny Chinese urchin inexplicably named Short Round) feel obliged to come to the aid of a village-load of wrinkly old peasants. You see, the decrepit gaggle of codgers have had their kiddy-winks AND their favourite ornament nicked by a temple-dwelling cult. So youve guessed it – its up to Indy and friends to steal them back.
This is a darker film than the others in the trilogy, and a vaguely-interesting piece of trivia is that its largely credited with bringing about the introduction of the PG-13 rating in the US (its still just rated PG here in Blighty though obviously our kids are harder). But despite the creepier-than-usual goings-on, its still its rip-roaring action sequences that its most memorable for – notably a mine cart ride straight out of Alton Towers and the collapsing bridge over distinctly-troubled water.