I don’t know what my sister and I watched more: Mrs. Doubtfire or Jumanji.
Mrs. Doubtfire is one of the greats. How did a movie about a man’s desire to be with his kids end up being utterly hilarious? I can hear “jump, jump, jump around!” playing at the house party while the horse eats the soccer cake. I can see the tire tracks on his mask and then the whipped cream on his face. And I can hear the lime hit the back of Stu’s head by the pool. “It was a run by fruiting, dear!”
We cringed in Jumanji when Alan placed the shoe on the conveyor belt. And then again when Peter tried to cheat. I can feel the game thumping in the ground now. That’s what Jumanji did. It made you feel things that didn’t exist.
I haven’t even gotten to Hook, Aladdin, Jack or Good Will Hunting. There are too many movies to name.
I know suicide is considered selfish to many. However, someone who made everyone smile when he himself was depressed-seems like a very selfless thing indeed. He played every role so well and it saddens me to think it was perhaps harder just being himself.
Rest easy Robin Williams.