![]() ![]() Indy’s living alone in a crummy Manhattan apartment, drinking too much, wrapping up his last boring college archaeology class, and wearily welcoming his newfound retirement. Their son, we have learned, has been killed in Vietnam. ![]() Indy is separated from his wife, Marion (Karen Allen, who makes a very brief appearance). Soon enough, the film flashes forward to the summer of 1969, around the time of the moon landing. He, as we will find out, would like to rewrite history so the Nazis win the war. Indy doesn’t want it falling into the wrong hands – namely, chief Nazi bad guy Dr. The centerpiece relic this go-round is an astronomical calculator invented by Archimedes that can reputedly create fissures in time. His escape, abetted by fellow captured archaeologist Basil Shaw (Toby Jones), involves lots of shootings and stabbings and stunt-double pyrotechnics aboard a speeding train. It begins with Indy tangling with Nazis in the waning days of World War II. Still, retro-ness has its appeal, and “Dial of Destiny” is nothing if not thumpingly old-school. Since much of this new movie deliberately references the earlier installments, my wonderment remains dimmed. Its escapades often seemed more processed than inspired. ![]() But I’ve never been a cult follower of this franchise. Harrison Ford and his fedora manfully hold down the title role. For many, particularly of a certain age, it represents not so much a stand-alone film as a portal into the old-fashioned pleasures of moviegoing that we presumably experienced before CGI and the pandemic and everything else intervened. “Indiana Jones and the Dial of Destiny” is the fifth and final installment of the much-loved franchise. It reminded me of an African proverb that applies to the proud legacy of Afro-American tennis: “When roots are deep, there is no need to fear the wind.” Tsitsipas, he raised his arms furiously to rally the crowd, his awesome wingspan on full display. ![]() Gibson, the latter of whom won back-to-back Wimbledon titles on the women’s side in 19.As Mr. Ashe’s run was the stuff of individual brilliance and communal ingenuity – the son of a park caretaker would later be mentored by Robert Walter “Whirlwind” Johnson, a Black physician who subsequently founded the American Tennis Association Junior Development Program for Black youths. He won Wimbledon in 1975, five days before his 32nd birthday in a huge upset of Jimmy Connors. Ashe, whose mild-mannered looks belied the heart of a champion and activist. Washington inspired the type of camaraderie among Black fans that comes with cultural pride and the understanding of the exclusivity of tennis.Before Mr. Eubanks? A high-powered matchup with third-ranked Daniil Medvedev, himself a giant listed at 6 feet, 6 inches. I was on the verge of teendom when MaliVai Washington advanced to the Wimbledon finals in 1996, less than a year before Tiger Woods tamed Augusta National. Eubanks described the moment, in which he became only the third Black American man to advance to the quarters in the Open era. And yet, there was Chris Eubanks, perched atop tennis greats such as Arthur Ashe and Althea Gibson after he advanced to the Wimbledon quarterfinals on Monday with a thrilling five-set win over fifth-ranked Stefanos Tsitsipas.“Surreal” was how Mr. It’s hard to imagine that someone who’s 6 feet, 7 inches tall would be standing on anyone’s shoulders. ![]()
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