Quick, get in the fridge. There’s a bomb-a-coming

I came across a great phrase the other day – Nuking  The Fridge.  In a way it kind of means the same as jumping the shark but more sort of aimed at movie franchises than TV series. 

It takes it name from the god awful-pissing-on-his-legacy-for-more-cash-Lucas_written-Spielberg-directed Indiana Jones 4.  A film which gave you a burst of nostalgia by managing to recreate the feeling you got when you found out Santa was your dad.  In the film Indy finds himself in a testing site for a nuclear bomb and so he hides in a fridge which then gets blown a couple of miles away.  He walks out of the fridge completely fine.

Basically the phrase means the point when a film streches believability.  No, not quite believability but… Most films require you to suspend your disbelief but it’s when a film takes the piss and does something that doesn’t seem quite right.  Spidey jazz dancing in Spiderman 3, the whole of Batman & Robin.  I think it’s the point when a writer thinks ‘fuck how do I finish this?  Sod it I’ll just put a magic portal here which sorts everything out.’

This webiste has been set up which can define it much better than I.

Also there’s a rumour that George Lucas might make an Indy 5.  This is really very upsetting.  Can’t you just leave your franchises alone George?  Haven’t you done enough?

review

I’ve been reviewed.  What with it being a couple of weeks since the Festival ended I thought I wasn’t going to be.  But today the google alert I’ve set up for my own name ( I know) took me to this page on three weeks.  Here’s what it says

You can tell the Fringe is drawing to a close, because everyone’s starting to look knackered. So was the case here, in this stand-up show that appeared to have some funny comedians, but who just looked worn out. Kevin Ball, who was giving his last performance of the festival, and Jill Baxter, both from Dundee, had some quality material, but just seemed bored of telling it. The audience wasn’t the most responsive, which can’t have helped, but such is the way with parts of the Free Fringe. David Blair had apparently forgotten he had a show, so the performance was reduced to three acts, but luckily, just as it looked as though all was lost, up popped Andy Learmonth from Aberdeen; charismatic, witty, sharp stand-up – just what was needed.

Wow.  As someone wise once said, ‘If you believe the good reviews then you have to believe the bad reviews, so it’s best not to take notice of any of them’.  However that is clearly pish because this review says I am sharp, witty and charismatic.  I mean it does slag off my colleagues a bit so clearly the reviewer is an idiot there – however he makes amends with that last line. 

I am feeling very smug today.