Threw one of my old favorites into my DVD player, the live action Peter Pan based film, Hook. Hook, or as I like to call it, The Dustin Hoffman show, because DH as Hook? That was the best casting job in history besides Forrest Whitaker as Idi Amin in The Last King of Scotland. 'Cause that one WON'T be topped, but dammit, Dustin came closer than anyone. Even closer than Philip Seymour Hoffman as Capote or Alan Rickman as Prof. Snape... sorry, guys.
What made me laugh and raise an eyebrow was Bob Hoskins, God rest his adorably funny soul, as Mr. Smee. That was brilliant casting, too. It wasn't the casting job so much as what was said by actor Hoskins in said role of Smee. Upon announcing the infamous Captain, Smee declared jubilantly, and rather obnoxiously, at that, through his bullhorn, "GOOD MORNING, NEVERLAND!"
Now, did this remind anyone of the Robin Williams movie and catch phrase that accompanied it, "Good Morning, Vietnam?" Was that a gag on Robin's past credits between the cast and crew? If it was, that was funny as Hell and it took me 'till my adulthood and after seeing GMV to spot it, but if it wasn't, then it was still funny anyway because it's Bob Hoskins as Smee. With that talent and that role, Bob Hoskins/Smee could be funny just putting money into a parking meter. I dunno how that would work, exactly, but if anyone could do it, it'd be BH/Smee, and if not him, then Robin for sure. Robin can make anything funny.
Except The Night Listener. That wasn't funny, that movie disturbed the living snot outta me. AND it was based on a true story, if story collector and author extraordinaire Armistad Maupin is to be believed. (The author of The Night Listener and the character portrayed by Williams, by the by.)
Interesting tidbit; I was going to marry Robin Williams when I was a youth. I was insistent that I was gonna make that man my husband because I love a man who can make me laugh. (Before Robin, I was planning on going to the hitchin' post with Mr. Fred Rogers. No joke, I loved him, I still do. No one will EVER take Freddie's place in my heart.) Funny, (and I use the term ironically), I did NOT marry Robin, though the man can indeed make me laugh no matter what I'm feeling, but I have met a man who makes me laugh harder, more frequently, louder and longer than anyone else in this world. I'm sure you know who he is. Must I drop your name again, John/Puppetcancer
? No one, and I mean no one, not even Robin, makes me laugh more or harder than John does. That man has a sense of humor that runs parallel with my own and everything he says is intelligently funny. He doesn't resort to lesser, lower IQ base nature humor or anything crass or gross, he's simply brilliantly funny. Robin makes me laugh in a very different way than John does, but he doesn't hold a candle to half of the laughs I get from my 6'4'' biologist boyfriend.
So sorry, Robin. I don't think we can get married if there's a man who makes me laugh more than you do. It just isn't right or fair to you, y'know? My laughter -- and my heart -- belong to another.
That, and I thought you were already married. That kinda puts a damper on the wedding plans. Good thing I didn't pen your initials on the invite, that'd be very awkward and hard to explain.
This is all hinged on the vaguely implied contingent that I'll ever get over my commitment issues. Who knows if I ever will -- but if I'm ever going to, if anyone has a chance of curing me of my terminal bachelorette status, it's John... though it is way too early in the game to have answers to that... which is fine, I don't need answers now anyway with as ridiculously happy as I am with him. I'm perfectly delighted with our relationship; why screw with perfection if you've got it? Hell, enjoy it if you've got it, don't put a mathematician in front of a steed... or DesCartes in front of the horse.
John would laugh at that. That's the kind of humor he and I share. Ha ha, John.
With this, I'm going to go check on my laundry and put a pause on Jurassic Park that I put in my player post Hook. Great movie. I remember being terrified of the concept when the film came out in, what, 1994? Ish? Whatever. I was scared to see it, but when I did sit through it, I wanted to watch it six more times in one sitting. The only film that year I wanted to watch more times was the immortal film starring Tom Hanks, Forrest Gump. I love love LOVE that movie, and (brief spoiler-ish moment here), I sob every time he talks to Jenny about Little Forrest. And Haley Joel Osment, is that you as Little Forrest? I KNEW I recognized you! (And you were so precious in Second Hand Lions, one of my absolute fave movies ever, right up there with Moonrise Kingdom on the adorable factor and favorite among such as The Last King of Scotland.)
Have a great day, my lovelies. Mandi Pope loves her Possums! God bless you!