Well ... Crystal Skull was written by David Koepp, which is The Kiss of Death, to begin with. He ranks right down there with John Logan. But Ford leapt me right out of the movie, when he was fighting with that Russian at the rocket complex. I could sort of excuse the swinging from the whip, through the warehouse, because it's just a convention of Jones' in this franchise. His whip has always been magic, especially how it untangles itself with just a tug, no matter what it's wrapped around, or how taught it became. But when I saw him swinging from the chain, bursting through the glass and beating the living shit out of this Russian who's twice his size and a third his age ... I got very uncomfortable. I felt insulted, I guess it was.
Like, in The Voyage Home, nobody does anything, physically, that's beyond belief, what someone in their age bracket might be expected to do. Only Shatner's rug defies all Reality. But Ford really needs to start accepting his age. I know I've accepted his age, already. I mean ... I can see him running, without getting overly winded, as long as he's not outpacing a 30 year old. I can easily accept him shooting people with considerable accuracy. I can even accept him surprising a youngin' with a 1-2 punch that knocked them on their ass and out cold, for a while. But Indy's gymnastics of Crystal Skull make me kind of want to turn my head and look away. It's too dreadfully embarrassing.
Hey, dude drank from the Holy Grail, gotta cut him some slack. Only the fridge really bothers me in that film tbh. And the stupid stupid Ray Winstone character going back and forth that just doesn't work. Everything else is pretty remarkable given the time between sequels etc.