I think there’s a certain threshold of disbelief in action movies that varies somewhat from viewer to viewer, but seems to be disregarded by many directors with increasing and distressing frequency. At some point in his career after the original Raiders, Spielberg seems to have bought into the philosophy that absurdity is part of the charm of action movies, and the more ridiculous the action set-piece, the better. I think the majority of action movie fans, though, feel a bit betrayed by such tricks. It seems a bit like laziness or simple lack of craftsmanship on the part of the screenwriter and director to not bother to come up with a plausable way out of the hero’s predicament… kind of like a mystery novel where the solution is a clue that the author never reveals, or the killer is a character that we’re never even introduced to until the final pages. The raft and the gap-leaping mine car scenes were the key crossings of the threshold for me. While there is much else to dislike about Temple of Doom, I might have been more willing to cut those failings some slack if not for those key credibility lapses.
For the record, while it’s true that WWII-era subs didn’t run submerged for substantial distances (and that’s always been my rationale for how Indy made it to the secret Aegean island base), you can hear the sub captain saying “Tauchen das U-Boot” (“dive the sub”) during that scene. In fact, footage was apparently shot in which Indy is seen clinging to the periscope as it cuts through the water. Spielberg apparently decided to cut that bit to leave the specifics of Indy’s trip vague, but didn’t bother to cut the German dialog.
I think the screenplay was weakened by having as its centerpiece the hunt for the “sacred Sankara stones”. Whatever their actual Hindu mythological foundations might be, these are artifacts unfamiliar to most of the audience, and which are not explained sufficiently to give them any sense of their importance or capabilities. The idea that some cult in rural India might pose a threat to all of civilization if it gets ahold of some glowing rocks is a bit of a stretch in the absence of a compelling mythological reference or sufficient exposition. When your story deals with the Ark of the Covenant or the Holy Grail, western audiences are pretty much on the same page with you from the start, and the exposition can be handled a bit more casually (though certainly having Denholm Elliot or Sean Connery to intone it for you is a bonus).
I would point out that, to the extent Temple of Doom was supposed to be a “prequel” to Raiders of the Lost Ark, all of that magical heart ripping completely lacks continuity with Indy’s remark to Brody about not believing in “all that supernatural hocus pocus” as he leaves to pursue the Ark.
I must also say I enjoyed the whole intro musical number/struggle for the antidote bit, in spite of the questionable idea of Indy selling an artifact. That whole sequence was Spielberg at the top of his directorial form, and really having some fun with his '30s setting. While the last half hour or more of the film was certainly breathtakingly paced, and often spectacular, it just seemed like it wasn’t in the service of very much at all.
I think the effects criticisms seen here are an artifact of seeing the film repeatedly, and/or on video, which tends to make one more aware of such things. Perhaps there’s a sort of “innocence of the eye” that made such things look more impressive back in the '80s than they do today. I know I saw the original Star Wars over a dozen times in the theater back in the '70s, and never noticed the defects in the bluescreen work that I do on video today.
For the record, the instinctive behavior of all crocodillians is to roll after they bite their prey in an effort to drown and/or fatally maim it. I’d guess that chicken-stuffed dummies were used for that scene, and if it’s not clear what’s being bitten, then that’s either poor editing, or perhaps an intentional effort to make the scene less gruesome.
I don’t think Short Round himself was that much of a weakness, so much as all of the nauseating kid-pandering stuff with the young prince and the slaves. The film heavily suffered from the taint of “Hook”, the film which, like a case of malaria, has left parasites in Spielberg’s creative bloodstream and continues to haunt him with sweating flashbacks of cloying juvenility.
Well, I guess that covers everything. Now, on to the Last Crusade thread…