He is BOB..!! Eager for Fun...!! ....Ev'rybody, RUN!!

Twin Peaks: Fire Walk with Me - 

Laura Palmer's Secret Diary Scene

He is BOB..!!

Eager for Fun...!!

....ev'rybody, run!!

The Chris Carter Effect

The Chris Carter Effect :

"If the fans conclude that the writing team will never resolve its plots, then they will probably stop following the work."

Contrast - Fan-Disliked Explanation.

It's said that no one ever went broke underestimating the taste of the viewing public, but sometimes a show comes along that promises stories so complex and subtle that they'll make War and Peace look like "Frog and Toad Are Friends". If it's done right, then this is catnip to a certain sector of the viewing public, who will often give such a show a surprisingly long time to set up its plot arcs before getting antsy for a resolution. 

The Catch for The Creator is that, the longer an arc runs and the more complicated it gets, the more awesome its payoff must be for it to feel satisfying to the fans. It's much easier for a writer to keep kicking the can — piling mysteries on top of mysteries — rather than finish storylines. This trope was invoked in the British TV serial The Singing Detective, in which mystery novelist Philip Marlowe asserts that fiction, like Life, should be "all clues and no solutions."

That said, most audiences are savvy enough to recognise a framing device when they see one. Plots resting on a single Driving Question (Where is The Sunflower Samurai? Who is Mrs. Mosby? Who Killed Laura Palmer? Who Shot J.R.? Will Dr. Becket Ever Leap Home? Where is The Peace Conference? Who's on First? Who is The One-Armed Man? Will They or Won't They?) are allowed some leeway; otherwise, the production team would be out of work and The Story would end. The Chris Carter Effect happens when a work is wholly focused on twists or not building up to a satisfactory resolution, but on the other hand, the plotting sometimes becomes so bloated that there can no longer be a satisfactory resolution (see Ending Aversion). Another contributing effect could be the unsatisfactory resolution of long-running side-plots. At this point, even the most ardent fans will start to feel jerked around, or at the very least channel flip to something else.

Sometimes, the lack of a resolution is not the writers' fault: the network might have pulled the plug early or compromised the original vision by having it focus on more merchandisable elements or to keep adding to or expanding on the author's intended story.

See also Kudzu Plot and Commitment Anxiety. Specifically, the combination of a Kudzu Plot with Webcomic Time can have a similar effect on The Audience, even when a finale is in the works, if the piece stretches out long enough that the fans lose track of the original premise of the series. Arc Fatigue is this trope on a smaller scale, in which just a single story arc goes on for too long without any resolution rather than the entire series. Can be connected to Franchise Original Sin in that the Myth Arc is successful at first before devolving over time into less-successful territory.

If fans doubt that such a show will even survive to finish its story and don't bother tuning in, that's The Firefly Effect. Compare Writing by the Seat of Your Pants, which does not focus on how the audience reacts to it.

Named for Chris Carter, creator of The X-Files,  which some believe to be the godfather of this trope.

It has nothing to do with the former Minnesota Vikings wide receiver, Cris Carter. Note the missing "H" in his name. It also has nothing to do with Beatles DJ and former Dramarama member Chris Carter.

Contrast Fan-Disliked Explanation.

Pilgrim

palmer (n.)

"pilgrim; itinerant monk going from shrine to shrine under a perpetual vow of poverty;" originally "pilgrim who has returned from the Holy Land," c. 1300, palmere (mid-12c. as a surname), from Anglo-French palmer (Old French palmier), from Medieval Latin palmarius, from Latin palma "palm tree" (see palm (n.2)). 

So called because they wore palm branches in commemoration of the journey. "The distinction between pilgrim and palmer seems never to have been closely observed" [Century Dictionary].

Entries linking to palmer

palm (n.2)

tropical tree of the order Palmae; the date-palm, Middle English palme, from Old English palma, Old French palme, both from Latin palma "palm tree," originally "palm of the hand;" the tree so called from the shape of its leaves, like fingers of a hand (see palm (n.1)).

The word traveled early to northern Europe, where the tree does not grow, via Christianity, and took root in the local languages (such as Old Saxon palma, Old High German palma, Old Norse palmr); Palm Sunday, the Sunday before Easter, commemorating Christ's triumphal entry into Jerusalem, is Old English palm-sunnandæg. In ancient times, a leaf or frond of the palm was carried or worn as a symbol of victory or triumph, or on feast days; hence figurative use of palm for "victory, triumph" (late 14c.).

Palm Beach, Florida, named for the palm groves there, was established as a luxury resort c. 1900 by railroad magnate Henry Flagler. Palm court "large room in a hotel, etc., usually decorated with potted palms" is recorded by 1908.

Doctor Strange and The MoM

 

Dr. Christine Palmer :

Glass of red, please? 

Strange :

Allow Me, Miss. 

(with a wave of His Hand, Stephen 

transforms Her Water into Wine)

A little too on the nose? 

What, for You, at My Wedding? 

Nah. It was Perfect.

Strange : 

Congratulations. 

Dr. Christine Palmer :

Thank You. There's Charlie. 

I have to introduce you 

because he's kind of... 

It's embarassing, but he's 

a BIG fan. So... 

Strange :

Hey, uh, Christine... umm... 

I should have... 

I wish it had been different. 

I never stopped caring about Us, but 

I Had to Make Sacrifices. 

To Protect You. I'm Sorry. 

Dr. Christine Palmer :

....It was never gonna work out between Us. 

Strange :

Why Not? 

Dr. Christine Palmer :

Because, Stephen... 

You have to be The One 

Holding The Knife. 

And I always respected you for it, 

but I couldn't Love You for it. 

How long have you had 

that one in The Barrel...? 

Strange :

Long time.

 Dr. Christine Palmer :

Yeah. I bet.

 
Strange :

Truly, I'm just Glad 

that You're Happy. 

I am. I really, really am. 

Dr. Christine Palmer :

Good.  Are You? 

Strange :

I'm Happy. 

Dr. Christine Palmer :

Good. You Deserve it. 

Strange :

Thank You. 

Look out! 

And Then, The President was Dead.

This is Your President. 

On behalf of my country, and in the name of the other leaders of the world, with whom I have today consulted, 

I hereby abdicate all authority and control over this planet...

to General Zod.

Clark Kent: 

Zod!

Only by strict compliance with all his directions will the lives of innocent millions be spared. 

[desperately] 

Superman! Can you hear me? 

Superman! Where—?

(The camera pans to Zod as he grabs a microphone)

General Zod: 

Who is this "Superman"?!

President: 

You'll find out, General, and when you do —

General Zod: 

Come to me, Superman! 

If you dare..!!

I defy you! Come! 

Come and kneel before Zod! 

Zod!!!

“ Flash stories were the work of well-adjusted grown-ups who really understood children. 

In contrast to the titanic but all too often cruel and cloying sensuality of the Superman and Batman tales, the female leads in Schwartz books brought a brisk self-assurance to the proceedings. 

In the graceful hands of Infantino or Kane, women like Iris Allen, Sue Dibny, and Jean Loring were styled in the finest New Look Paris modes. Their hair was cut to keep up with the latest trends. 

This was partly a result of fallout from the code, which insisted that female characters be realistically proportioned and modestly attired, but it helped turn the Schwartz heroines into hip and pretty exemplars of the Jackie Kennedy style. 

Out of costume, their men wore slacks, blazers, and trilby hats or sported short-back-and-sides establishment haircuts. An aesthetic that would one day be called metrosexual was born here in full bloom. 

They all hung out together, these settled young couples with good jobs, positive can-do attitudes, and crime-fighting double lives they still kept secret from their loved ones. 

Schwartz was also establishing a shared universe. Flash was friends with Green Lantern, Hal Jordan. 

He was also friends with Ivy League physics professor Ray Palmer, aka the Atom, and his lawyer girlfriend, Jean Loring. 

He also hung out with the Elongated Man (the Stretchable Sleuth) Ralph Dibny and his wife, Sue. 

They didn’t meet to fight one another as the later Marvel heroes would do. 

They didn’t overemote. 

They enjoyed picnics, which were routinely disrupted by oddly small-scale, almost polite, alien invasions—the kind easily repelled by the deployment of some quirky science fact that rendered the invaders vulnerable to common table salt or H2O. 

Their sexuality was never dubious or in doubt. Relaxed, cosmopolitan, they represented the epitome of our Kennedy Man, our postwar Madison Avenue pioneer astronaut American role model.

Hopeful in the clear light of 

The Morning of The Sun King. 

Poignant in their certainty. 

And then, 

The President was Dead. 

The golden walls of Camelot collapsed, flimsy as any stage set, to reveal the bloody screaming mires of Vietnam beyond, where two million potential astronauts, artists, poets, musicians, and scientists were being lined up to die in the sacrifice of an American generation.”

RIMMER :

Where are we?

KRYTEN :

It says 1966, I must have prodded us forward three years.

RIMMER :

At least it'll give us time to analyse the original error.

crosses to the window and looks out>

CAT :

Hey, there's nobody here, the entire city's deserted...

[-- 17 - OB. Day. A deserted, abandoned street ----------------------------]

[ALL present. They are walking slowly along a wide, pleasant street which is completely devoid of any signs of life. Abandoned vehicles line the side of the road, and a breeze blows old litter around. In the back of one of the cars is an discarded newspaper - it's headline reads: 

"Millions flee from American cities". 

It's like a scene from The Stand]

LISTER :

I don't understand it, all we did is save Kennedy's life.

CAT :

Is that bad? What kind of a dude was he?

RIMMER :

He was a fine man.

[-- 18 - OB. Day. A deserted, abandoned street ----------------------------]

[Scene cuts to a street further on in the city. All is the same as in the previous street, with one exception: 

the dead body of a man lies undisturbed on the pavement]

[ALL enter, CAT : leading]

CAT :

Look!

LISTER :

Can you get anything for us from his scent?

CAT :

Male.

Mid-thirties.

RIMMER :

It looks like he was trampled to death in some kind of stampede.

Kryten  sees a newspaper sticking out of the man's suit. He picks it up and begins to scan it

KRYTEN :

Just processing.

I'll re-route the results through my chest monitor:

[As the others gather around, POV switches to a close up of Kryten's monitor]

KRYTEN : [VO]

"President Kennedy was impeached in 1964 for sharing a mistress with Mafia boss, Sam Giancana. 

It was the biggest scandal in American history.

Kennedy was sentenced to three years 

in an open prison in July, '65.

J. Edgar Hoover became President; 

He was forced to run by The Mob,

who had pictures of him 

at a transvestite orgy."

LISTER :

So America had a president controlled by The Mafia?

KRYTEN : 

[partial VO]

"Soon after The Election, 

The USSR were allowed to install 

a nuclear base in Cuba 

in return for Mafia cocaine trafficking 

between Cuba and the States. 

With a Soviet nuclear base 90 miles 

from the US mainland, people

fled from all the major cities."

CAT :

So am I right in thinking I could get 

a major nuclear explosion all over this suit? 

Cos I'm telling you guys, 

that stuff does not dry clean!

RIMMER :

Back to Starbug.

KRYTEN :

Starbug isn't There. 

It Doesn't Exist.

CAT :

What?

RIMMER :

How come?

KRYTEN :

Er, best guess: Kennedy's impeachment in '64 traumatised the American nation, 

allowing The USSR to win The Space Race. 

In this reality, it was probably 

The Russians who were the first 

to land on The Moon.

CAT :

So we're marooned.

LISTER :

How was I supposed to know that 

a chicken vindaloo 

was going to cause all this.

CAT :

But you guys said Kennedy was a great pres!

KRYTEN :

He was!

RIMMER :

He was also an inveterate womaniser; 

his affairs were legendary. 

They never came out when he was alive.

KRYTEN :

Every man has his weak spot - 

his 'Achilles Heel'.

RIMMER :

Kennedy's was just, higher up.

LISTER :

If I'd known this was gonna happen, I'd have had an egg sarnie, and

finished the Cinzano.

Kryten, what've I done, man?

KRYTEN :

Well, you've brought the 20th century to the very brink of extinction,

sir. Gum?

LISTER :

What is wrong with you? Where is your compassion? You've got about as much

warmth as a service station chip! That's right, you've no behaviour

protocols, have you.

RIMMER :

Any you thought causality didn't matter? Every action we take, has

trillions of implications, how come you forgot that?

KRYTEN :

Well, I didn't forget, sir, I just didn't *care*. I've got no guilt.

LISTER :

Ah. I nicked Kryten's body. That's spare head 2; I removed his guilt

chip.

RIMMER :

You, have altered the entire course of Civilisation from the 20th century onwards, 

you've brought The World 

to the brink of nuclear war, and worst of all --

LISTER :

I know, I know; I still haven't had a curry.

KRYTEN :

No, worst of all, the Time Drive has frozen.

RIMMER :

Let me see --

Do you think its because the sub-space conduits have locked with the transponder calibrations and caused a major tachyon surge that has

overloaded the time matrix?

KRYTEN :

Ah, no, sir; I've just been jabbing it too hard.

CAT :

So what now?

RIMMER :

We need to have time to figure out how to unfreeze it. I suggest we, set up camp here for the night and perhaps Kryten can go and look for

some food?

KRYTEN :

I'm on my way, sir!

[Exit KRYTEN :]

[-- 19 - OB. Night. Aroun--------------]

[LISTER :, KRYTEN :, RIMMER : and CAT : present, sitting around a large open fire.

RIMMER : is fiddling with the Time Drive while LISTER : and CAT :, having ditched

their spacesuits, tuck into hefty chunks of meat]

RIMMER :

It's hopeless, I can't fix it. We're trapped...

CAT :

Chicken's good.

LISTER :

Yeah, really good.

KRYTEN :

That's not chicken, sir.

CAT :

Oh, what is it?

KRYTEN :

It's that man we found.

poison...>

Well, it seemed such a waste to leave him lying there when he'd barbecue

so beautifully.

RIMMER :

KRYTEN :

Did I do wrong? I didn't get any error commands...

Obviously I thought about it, because without my guilt chip or moral

imperatives, I have nothing to guide me. But it seemed to me that if

humanoids eat chicken then obviously they'd eat their own species; otherwise

they'd just be picking on the chicken.

RIMMER :

One minute you're down, the next you're right back up again.

LISTER :

I said I was enjoying that!

CAT :

I knew it didn't smell right! Oh my god...

LISTER :

I'm a cannibal!

fire. It's obviously 'thawed out'>

RIMMER :

Look!

CAT :

Right, lets get out of here! I badly need to floss a piece of roasted

dead person out of my teeth!

RIMMER :

Where to?

KRYTEN :

Hawaii. Let's catch some surf!

LISTER :

No, no, we've got to go back; stop ourselves from interfering with the

assassination.

CAT :

I don't care where we go, just as long as it's before we had dinner!

[-- 20 - Fifth-floor storeroom inside the Texas Book Depository -----------]

[ALL present, sat together around a box of books playing poker. Tense music

plays, and a clock on the wall shows the time as 1:27pm.]

[Enter OSWALD]

head with one hand. Oswald, upon spotting the Dwarfers, uses the long case

he carries on his shoulder to awkwardly cover his face>

CAT :

Decorators. Try up on the sixth floor.

[Exit OSWALD]

KRYTEN :

Stand back, sir, our original selves are about to beam in. When they

realise their mistake they'll beam out again. I propose *we* go down to the

fourth.

[-- 21 - Fourth-floor storeroom inside the Texas Book Depository ----------]

[ALL enter. A room very similar to that up on the fifth.]

LISTER :

First shot!

<...a second and third shot rings out. Again, there is noise and commotion

from the street below>

[Cut POV to outside of building, looking at the Dwarfers at the window]

CAT :

It doesn't smell right, I think he's missed!

RIMMER :

How come?

KRYTEN :

He's right, sir. By sending Oswald up to the sixth, we've made the

trajectory of his shot so steep he's only wounded him.

RIMMER :

Let's start again, and bring him back down to the fifth.

LISTER :

We can't use the fifth: our original selves are destined to beam in there

as he fires his third shot, and this version of us are now on the fourth.

CAT :

We've been copied more times than that poster of the tennis girl

scratching her butt.

LISTER :

If we could arrange, somehow, for a second gunman to fire from just behind

that little hill over there covered in lawn...

KRYTEN :

You mean the, er, the grassy knoll, sir?

LISTER :

That'd solve it, wouldn't it?

CAT :

Shoot the pres?? Who?

RIMMER :

You can count me out.

CAT :

And me.

[Cut to inside of room]

LISTER :

Hang on... maybe, just maybe there's someone who can get us out of this

mess.

RIMMER :

Where are we going?

LISTER :

Idlewild airport, July, '65...

[-- 22 - OB. Day - A runway at Idlewild airport ---------------------------]

into the back of a prison truck. As police lock up tyhe truck, the

Dwarfers beam in, nearby the stationary aircraft.>

[ALL present]

LISTER :

This is right. He's being escorted to Hoover open prison in New York.

Give me *five minutes*.

[-- 23 - Int. JFK's prison truck ------------------------------------------]

[JFK present]

[Enter LISTER :, beamed in by the Time Drive to the bench seat opposite JFK]

LISTER :

Don't be alarmed, sir, but I have a very strange tale to tell.

[FADE. Time passes. Picture returns as Kennedy is speaking]

JOHN F. KENNEDY

I, ah, have had plenty of time to reflect on my deeds in the Whitehouse.

In all important respects I believe I did a good job. 

It was right to plan a pull out of Vietnam, 

to fight for civil rights, and, ah, 

to fight congress, ah, to put a man on the moon. 

It was, ah, wrong however, to, ah,

act like an irresponsible jackass with all those women, and allow my enemies

to wreak havoc on Our Nation.

LISTER :

But I can help, man. 

I mean, Mr. President, man. 

I mean, sir.

KENNEDY

How, ah, can you help?

LISTER :

Well, come with us back to Dallas, 

November 1963, be a second gunman. 

The gunman behind the grassy knoll.

KENNEDY

You mean, assassinate myself?

LISTER :

Yeah! It'll drive the conspiracy nuts crazy, 

but they'll never figure itout.

KENNEDY

But I, ah, still have a future here. 

Jackie left me, but, ah, when I get out 

I can, ah, still make a contribution to The World.

LISTER :

See this airport, Idlewild airport? 

In Our Reality, they renamed it 'JFK', after you. 

Where I come from, 

You're A Liberal Icon, 

and That's The Person You Should Be. 

But if you're gonna be That Person --

You're gonna have to

Sacrifice Your Life.

KENNEDY :

And only then will my reputation 

be restored in history?

LISTER :

Mm. And I can get a smeggin' curry.

KENNEDY

Ask not what your country can do for you... 

ask what you can do for your country.

LISTER :

Hey, that'd make a pretty neat speech, that.

KENNEDY

It did. Heh heh.

[-- 24 - OB. Day. Behind the grassy knoll in Dallas, 1963 -----------------]

All present. JFK present, he and KRYTEN : dressed in policeman's uniforms hands him what looks like an M-16 rifle, and nods towards the street meaningfully

[MONTAGE.] 

We see the parade roll through the main street once again; Oswald lining up his shot from the sixth floor of the Texas Book Depository and JFK tracking his own vehicle as it moves slowly down the road. 

Oswald fires his first two shots, wounding the president as before. 

This time, however, Kennedy himself takes aim from the grassy knoll - firing his shot moments after Oswald's third, and leaving what would turn out to be a nasty mess on Jackie O's suit...

Kennedy lowers the gun and turns away, 

clearly disturbed, but unreadable beyond that

KENNEDY

I, ah, thank you all for giving me 

the opportunity to, ah, be reborn.

After a short time, he fades from reality. 

The Dwarfers turn away, leaning against 

The White Picket Fence on The Grassy Knoll

LISTER :

Smeg! I forgot to ask 

if there are any curry houses in Dallas!

his head and KRYTEN : nods; after all, there's only so much you can take of

one person... CAT : turns and walks behind LISTER :, whistling innocently.

As RIMMER turns to follow him, he suddenly grabs LISTER and pulls him to the ground - the three of them quickly laying into the curry-deprived one with everything they've got. The nightstick that Kryten carries come in particularly useful...>