One word

Can I offer you a tasting note on tonight's movie - Indiana Jones and the Last Crusade.
I have always remembered one scene since my last viewing 20 years ago.
I can tell you three things about it - it is better in wide screen (there was none then) and it is better with a Rioja in front of you.
And one more thing ma'am...

It is a father and son tale.
A father whose "way" was unsure (who calls our hero Junior and never Indy; who gave his life to the quest for the holy grail to the exclusion of everything else - an obsession his wife and son could never understand - all of which sets it up for a bit of comedy banter.Oh dear, I hear you cry!)
They find the grail (who wouldn't) and drop it out of reach onto a precipice.
Our hero reaches out with a hand, the other grabbing onto his father's hand trying to pull him out of danger.
He reaches and slips and reaches, grip failing as the pit beckons. His father extends a second hand and implores him to give up the fight for his own life's desire.

Just a little further.

Give it up, Junior.

Just a bit further. I can get it.

The screen edges seem to fuse. The background noise fades.

And one word saves him from a deathly attempt to reach the treasure.

One word stops him from too high a risk of death.

One word.

Indiana.

Breathes his father, finally putting his son first.

The scene last 2 seconds and is worth the price of admission alone.

Two lives. One decision. One moment.

Eternity in a grain of sand.

Rarely does a movie deliver this.
And this movie is just a throwaway comic.
Isn't it?

There's one or two others scenes I am not so happy with, but Lucas and Spielberg have never bothered to engage.