Hec, he incorporated apologies for those as well as ruminating on how surreal it is to see porn versions of films he's done.
I don't have a particular animus against Robin; but I am fascinated by how he trainwrecked his film career so thoroughly. That was a simply awesome run of awfulness. Not to mention this one.
They weren't just bad movies. They created a total skin crawling aversion effect.
His film choices are admittedly hit or miss, but he's still a brilliant stand up guy.
Toys
and
Fisher King
are excellent movies.
What Dreams May Come
was often brilliant.
I like Dead Poets too.
It kind of set a bad precedent, but I enjoyed the film itself.
I can forgive a great stand up act a couple of really bad movies. See: Lewis Black.
He was just amazing-- ninety minutes of straight up funny as hell observations, starting with him completely riffing on what a fucked up city Jacksonville is. I was surprised he didn't go a hair more political, but what he did do was side-splittingly funny.
I'd love to see him live. I'd likely hurt myself laughing. His movies do range from brilliant to horrible.
Congrats to Gris.
I am sitting in my house with the windows open for the first time since last Spring. It is grand. Almost chilly. Whee! eta: Checked the weather thing and it is 69F now and may get down to 59F tonight. It seemed like Autumn would never arrive.
Laura, he's going to be at the Seminole Hard Rock later this week I think.
Hmmmm, I should check into that.