I have to be honest...I was a not a big fan of Robin Williams. Dont get me wrong, he was brilliant and fast...and a fine actor, but there was something about him that didnt sit right with me. I often found him to be more loud and frantic than funny. I cant remember the last film I liked (I am not a fan of Mrs. Doubtfire, or Patch Adams, or Hook). I liked him in ONE HOUR PHOTO, and he was terrific in AWAKENINGS. I was among the many who was dazzled by his early success. He was a dynamo of crazy off the wall comedy. I met him at a party very early on. He was THE flavor of the year and everybody seemed to want a piece of him I looked at him after a crowd of admirers dispersed and he seemed to be saying with his eyes, HELP ME!. It was a telling moment. The truth is, I always saw sadness in him...even when he was at his most manic I saw the lonely kid upstairs in his bedroom talking to imaginary friends. He seemed almost too willing to please. Perhaps I saw myself in him. Ive also had the suicidal thoughts, the depression, and the desperate need to please, so I feel this death more deeply than I do some others. Comedy is such a sad business. There are wonderful highs, but when it comes right down to it, no matter how high one gets on the success ladder we are still court jesters hoping that our humor lets us live one more day. RIP, Mr. Williams.
Posted on: Tue, 12 Aug 2014 18:05:08 +0000