Went to a Saturday morning showing of this blockbuster with my buddy Dan Webster, the movie critic for The Spokesman-Review. He was over for the Seattle International Film Fest, and I tagged along to a couple of those indy films, too. (Loved "Cafe de Los Maestros" and "Tropa de Elite", the latter a Brazilian movie that's a total thrill ride about drug dealers and corrupt cops.)
Indy was good fun, loaded with chases and special effects. My favorite part, though, was the credits. My sister, Laurel Kelly, worked on the movie. (She has been doing hair in Hollywood for more than 10 years.) Yay! Hooray! There was her name up on the big screen!
She spent five weeks on the Big Island last summer, working on the movie, sworn to secrecy. Nobody could even bring a cell phone on the set if it had a camera. Very hush/hush.
Here's her not-so-dirty inside dish: Harrison Ford was a gentleman and Shia LaBoeuf was a sweetie.
Movie treat update: I was happy to see they actually pop popcorn on site at the spectacular Cinerama. But still bummed that the candy selection in Seattle is so boring. Where's the Theo's chocolates? Or Fran's? You hear me Paul Allen? Why not bring in some goodies worthy of the fine theater you saved from the wrecking ball?