


They made him squeal like a pig." The tragic irony of this is that it was Hergé himself, Tintin's creator, who, a few weeks before his death in 1983, anointed Spielberg as his preferred director to make a Tintin film and this after he had seen, and loved, as we all do and did, the first Indiana Jones film. I use this comparison not as a provocation or to cause unnecessary offence: I am using it in honour of a very good joke made by an episode of South Park, in which the cartoon's children watch the final Indiana Jones film and are so traumatised by what they have seen that they go round to the police station and try to get Spielberg and his colleagues charged with the crime. In fact, the sense of violation was so strong that it felt as though I had witnessed a rape. C oming out of the new Tintin film directed by Steven Spielberg, I found myself, for a few seconds, too stunned and sickened to speak for I had been obliged to watch two hours of literally senseless violence being perpetrated on something I loved dearly.
