Okay, let’s see if we can manage three days a week, shall we? I can’t promise in-depth, lengthy commentary, but maybe the short stuff will do.
I’m very sad to see that Gene Wilder died; he’s been one of my favorite actors for basically ever. Willy Wonka and the Chocolate Factory was probably the first movie of his I saw; pretty sure my father showed me Young Frankenstein when I was, like, eleven. I discovered The Producers the summer I was 14, and proceeded to tell everyone I knew to watch it. I think only JC actually did (because he and I were the Merv Griffin weirdo teenagers). And at some point I saw him in The Little Prince and just hated it. Too sincere and too sweet. The thing I loved about Gene Wilder was the weirdness underneath.
The husband and I quote just about all his movies at each other regularly. Even the kid quotes some of them, and he only made it halfway through Young Frankenstein.
In more personal news, I did not get called for jury duty.
Also, I could use more chocolate in my life.