Your periodic reminder that Indiana Jones should pass the whip & fedora to a grown Short Round played by John Cho. And the prologue should be a rousing bit, set in the 60s in the Dr. No-esque volcano fortress of Lao Che, to retrieve and repatriate Nurhachi to a museum in China.

Imagine the scene where Indy dismisses Shorty when Shorty's trying to tell him something, and suddenly realizes that this is how his father used to treat him and decides in that moment to do better by his adopted son. Ford can act when asked to act. Ennoble his farewell.

At the end, as they prepare for another adventure, Indy demurs: "You get this one, Shorty. I have thirty years of papers to grade." As Shorty puts on the fedora, the theme swells, and decades of shame and self-loathing for my Asian-Americanness sloughs off me like an old skin.