The Adventures of Tintin (Spielberg, 2011)
Earlier this month I wrote
a post about nostalgia in film, with
The Muppets and
Hugo being the focus of that piece. After stepping out of the theater I could not help but think of the term nostalgia when considering
The Adventures of Tintin. Though Spielberg may be appealing to a certain nostalgia by adapting the reporter-detective Tintin (Jamie Bell) for the big screen, it seems odd because I am sure the vast majority of the US audience (myself included) has little familiarity with the character or the comic series. What this leaves then is Spielberg working in a realm where he is evoking nostalgia for his past adventure movies. The Indiana Jones,
Jaws and
Jurassic Parks of the world. Now aside from those dinosaurs I have a great displeasure for the majority of 'classic' Spielbergian movies, yet seeing
Tintin I think I finally realized why many of his movies are so beloved.
