By the time an audaciously silly denouement is reached, everything has become so bafflingly pointless it’s hard to muster a gasp, or sigh. It’s painful to admit, but these last two Indiana Jones just don’t belong in a museum.

It may have seemed like a questionable decision to continue the franchise after so many years, but this loving coda is surprisingly poignant.

There's a lot that's fun here... but the more you look at the CG, the more it looks like The Polar Express.

I’m happy to watch Ford’s fantastic, I’ve-just-found-what-I’m-looking-for grin, just one more time before he hangs up the hat and bullwhip for good. And to see him punch a few more Nazis.