If anyone deserves to be an honorary Friend of the Dollop, Robin does.
Robin taught me adults could be silly beyond all limits, and that was acceptable. Robin taught me adults could be kind beyond all measure, and that was important.
And Robin taught me that the most joyous face and the most infectious laugh could hide the saddest heart, and that was crucial.
You have made me laugh until I cried, and made me cry until I laughed through my tears. And you have made me mourn.
Meeting you, and sharing my unbounding kid-like love for you was on my bucket list. This will do nicely as the best I can do. Hi, Robin, I’m Carla, and this is Dave and Gareth, and you are listening to The Dollop.
I was blessed to be a kid in the 70’s, to grow up with Robin Williams as his career broadened. If you weren’t, I have some wonderful starter suggestions that I hope make you as happy as they continue to make me:
stand-up: All his stand-up is On Point. But my favorite will always be A Night at the Met. I do believe I have it memorized. It’s still apparently only available on either audio or VHS, so here’s the album from iTunes.
comedy: He didn’t get enough credit for being able to play the restrained straight man and be hilarious, which he did in The Birdcage. His face when Nathan Lane’s character squeals “I pierced the toast!” is priceless.
fantasy, joyful and sad:
The Fisher King is my favorite incarnation of the Arthurian legends. Plus, it includes naked Robin Williams in Central Park, which means all that growly bear Robin Williams hair, which cracks me up sitting here typing it.
Hook is my favorite incarnation of Peter Pan. Yes, a pattern emerges.
What Dreams May Come: based on the the Richard Matheson novel. I cried so hard I accessed new levels of snot. Yet I would watch it again in a heartbeat. The visualizations of heaven and hell and all inbetween are breathtaking.
and, because it is me, your screamqueen horror hound, it all comes back to a good scare:
His first foray into horror was Dead Again, as a minor character, a reformed killer who was just barely holding on the threads of the straight and narrow by working his 9-to-5 and keeping his head down…just barely. Robin’s intensity crackled through the screen.
And then there was One Hour Photo. Tre-fucking-mendous.
Finally, Insomnia, a claustrophobic little thriller pitting Al Pacino against Robin. Brilliant.
In this contentious world, where we don’t even know how to have civil discourse, where floods of money are thrown at hateful political campaigns yet municipal programs like schools and roads wither and choke due to lack of funds, where people hurt each other just because they can, you were very, very skilled at being a good person. Christopher Titus once said on his podcast that, in the stand-up arena, you eventually hear stories about almost everyone acting the fool, showing their ass–but never about you. Every story from every source was about what a humble, kind, sweet, gentleman you were.
Thank you. Na-no, na-no.