There’s an overwhelming notion that I’ve lived with for some time, a deeply person issue that conflicts me as a pro movie watcher. Unlike so many of my colleagues, I’ve just never been captivated with superfandom, not for Star Wars, nor Lord of the Rings, not for any number of geek fetish properties. Perhaps, I’ve wondered, I simply don’t have the capacity to love. Many of my ex-girlfriends might agree. Then there’s Indiana Jones. My hero. It takes a little bit, in each of the first three movies in this franchise, to get to the hero score composed by John Williams. You know the one. But once it hits and we meet our hero, my spine tingles and a part of my brain that’s usually deep in analytical thought is washed over with pure, unadulterated amore. Indiana Jones has always been my guy. A scientist, an adventurer, a cavalier man of the ladies. He belongs in a museum, as monument to absolute manliness. And this week, he’s making his big debut on Blu-ray. Lets explore.