No? How about… Indiana Jones and The Depends of Eternity!
Or maybe Indiana Alzheimers and The Jones of Purple Cat!
Not wishing to rain on anyone’s parade – especially when there’s a guy with a mean whip hand involved. But Prometheus and Mad Max: Fury Road mostly served to remind me how great their predecessors were twenty or thirty years ago.
This is the pic used in the story on USA Today.
This is a more recent picture of Mr Ford.
70-plus is not a great age for outrageous stunts. Unintentional comedy could be the result here.
Let the professor enjoy his retirement!
Indiana Jones and The Chronic Flatulence of Solitude.
It’s Christmas in a couple of weeks time, but the younger Joneses are making excuses to Granma Marion about celebrating with their in-laws, or their friends from the wife-swapping group, or the ducks at the local pond. The only place they don’t want to be is within half a mile of Granpa Indy when he lets another one rip and mutters ‘Take that, you rotten Nazis!’
When Indy III complains to his dad that he’s got a cold and can’t smell a thing, he’s immediately conscripted into delivering the presents. No matter that he’s only 8 and can’t even reach the accelerator.