Saw "IJATKOTCS" again, but this time with my brother and his wife.

They were going to see, "Nell's Island" or something, I know they didn't want to see it, they just like to prove they're different.

They are the kinda people who pride themselves on doing the opposite of normal folk.

If you like good tasting food, they'll eat bland bowel bomb food fortified with diarrhea causing filler to prove how wrong you are to want something good.

If you like to look pretty and wear make up, one of them will proudly proclaim, "I never wear make up!" Yet runs in horror if a camera is around.

If you like to watch films that will nourish your soul and enrich your life with its artistic merit, they'll watch an infomercial about some kitchen cleaner just because nothing better is on.

Anyway, I talked them in to seeing "Indy" because I knew that's what they really wanted to do, but didn't want to admit it.

It was better for me this time.

I overheard someone saying, "Well, this one is so unbelievable with the alien stuff..." as if all the Bible and Hindu stuff in the previous "Indy" films were spot on fact.

One thing I did take away from this film that really depressed me was this:

It sucks growing old!