Goodbyes don鈥檛 tend to mean much in the Hollywood franchise system. Death isn鈥檛 a reliable end for characters or, lately, even actors.

Technology, nostalgia and the often-inflated value of brands and IP have created a nightmarish cycle of resurrection and regurgitation, curdling what we love most.

And yet when someone like , for better or worse, you believe him. 鈥淚ndiana Jones鈥� producer Frank Marshall has also said that they won鈥檛 recast the character, which seems more dubious and, though well-intentioned, something he won鈥檛 be able to guarantee. All it takes is a new executive demanding a reboot.

Not that it would ever really work, though. Any self-respecting movie fan knows the truth: The magic of Indiana Jones belongs wholly to Harrison Ford.

Apparently, he doesn鈥檛 even necessarily need Steven Spielberg behind the camera, though, to be fair, the foundation was well-laid for a veteran like . But there is no Indy 鈥� none that we care about anyway 鈥攚ithout Ford.

In this way, it鈥檚 hard not to go into 鈥淚ndiana Jones and the Dial of Destiny,鈥� in theaters Friday, without a sense of melancholy 鈥� not exactly the ideal state of mind for what should be, and mostly is, a fun summer blockbuster. But it certainly adds a poignancy to the whole endeavor whether the film merits it or not.

If only it didn鈥檛 start with that pesky de-aging technology (the best it鈥檚 ever looked but it remains unsettling), giving us a 45-year-old Indiana Jones doing some of the wildest stunts we鈥檝e ever seen our beloved archeology professor attempt 鈥� atop a speeding train to boot. This sequence is ostensibly there to introduce the film鈥檚 MacGuffin, Archimedes Antikythera, a real celestial calculation machine with extraordinary predictive capabilities that in the film is bestowed with some otherworldly powers.

But we know the real reason: It鈥檚 there to let us gaze at that familiar face and to go on one last adventure with the Indy we grew up with, before being thrust back reality with a nearly 80-year-old Ford (he鈥檚 81 in July) playing a 70-something Indy.

This isn鈥檛 inherently sad, but Dr. Jones is certainly reintroduced in the most unglamorous way possible: Sleeping on a reclining chair in a sad New York apartment, a glass of something alcoholic in his hand and threadbare boxer shorts on his person. He鈥檚 depression personified, retiring from the university where the kids barely pay attention to him anyway (long gone are the 鈥淚 love you鈥� eyelids), estranged from Karen Allen鈥檚 Marion and watching the world go space crazy around him.

We鈥檒l have to see him work back up to his adventuresome self. No training montages required, thankfully, just a plane ticket, his classic uniform (still fits!) and his old improvisational spirit.

The cumbersome plot (script is credited to Jez Butterworth, John-Henry Butterworth, David Koepp and Mangold) strains to justify and give meaning to the search for the Antikythera: The FBI is on the hunt for it, as is Nazi scientist J眉rgen Voller (Mads Mikkelsen) for whom the war hasn鈥檛 ended, and the daughter (Phoebe Waller-Bridge) of Indy鈥檚 late partner Basil (Toby Jones) who was driven mad by the gadget.

It鈥檚 a bit much, as are many of the overly elaborate and strangely murky-looking action sequences from the train in 1944 to a deep-sea diving sequence with killer eels. The movie hits its action high notes when it sticks to the tactile classics, like a brilliantly executed rickshaw chase in Tangier.

Waller-Bridge鈥檚 Helena is an enormously enjoyable character, too 鈥� a brilliant archeologist herself who鈥檚 chosen a more glamorous, dangerous and decidedly black market kind of existence, selling stolen antiquities to the world鈥檚 wealthiest and working her way out of debt. She鈥檚 introduced as a wild card and a lot of the tension is derived from whether Indy should trust her.

It鈥檚 a very good non-romantic pairing of sharp-witted old souls, a generation apart. But you鈥檇 think in an almost two-and-a-half-hour film there might have been more time for one of our returning favorites, like John Rhys-Davies Sallah (he does get a few good moments).

I鈥檓 not sure anyone had an especially burning need to know what Indiana Jones was up to lately, but at least it gives everyone a chance to end on a higher note than 鈥淜ingdom of the Crystal Skull.鈥� Or maybe Ford just needed some closure on one of his iconic characters so that everyone will stop asking him about them.

鈥淚ndiana Jones and the Dial of Destiny鈥� might not be 鈥淩aiders鈥� or 鈥淭he Last Crusade鈥� but it鈥檚 solid, swashbuckling summer fare and a dignified sendoff to one of cinema鈥檚 most flawless castings.

鈥淚ndiana Jones and the Dial of Destiny,鈥� a Walt Disney Co. release in theaters Friday, is rated PG-13 by the Motion Picture Association for, 鈥渓anguage, action, sequences of violence, smoking.鈥� Running time: 144 minutes. Two and a half stars out of four.

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