You'll have to forgive me upfront if this journal is going to be a bit heart-wrenching or morbid, but I wished to give some small tributes to some incredible talents who have passed over the last few months.
As we approach the last quarter of 2014, we must say goodbye to another great actor in Richard Kiel, who bit the dust mere hours ago. It's a declaration most fitting for the man who frightened us as the towering, steel-toothed Jaws in The Spy who Loved Me and Moonraker, and also introduced himself into comedy by playing Mr. Larson in "Happy Gilmore", a role I distinctly remember him in. His matter-of-fact tone in praising Happy's ridiculous slapshot, which would wind up bringing him success in the golf tour, got under Shooter McGavin's nerves, and his reaction upon seeing Kiel is priceless, to say the least.
The man had dozens of roles over a stunning 54-year career; essentially more time spent acting than most of us watching his films have ever lived, and due to his acromegaly and other hormonal conditions, his towering size, standing 7ft 2in tall, made him very distinctly easy to remember. So with all that, farewell Mr.Kiel and thank you for your many decades of entertaining fans across many genres, be it spy thrillers, science fiction, comedies or children's works to name a few.
Another death that caught me by surprise was former WWE wrestler Sean O'Haire, who strangled himself just days earlier at the age of 43, way too young an age to die. I do recall his ability to tap into the fears of the audience as a "Devil's Advocate" character, with his trenchcoat and new obsession with spiders, but ultimately not enough was made of it and he parted ways with WWE soon after. Heaven knows why he decided to kill himself, but I guess we'll know soon enough.
Now, ordinarily I wouldn't care too much for gossiping and red carpet gigs, but simply for her sass and ability to take control as Dot Matrix in Spaceballs, I gotta give my thanks to Joan Rivers, who passed last week. Woe betide you if you ever crossed her Virgin Alarm.
Personally, I cannot say I'm familiar with her comedy skits but her style of "telling it like it is" influenced a great number of others to follow in her footsteps and become great successes themselves, which is one hell of a legacy to leave behind. Nearly 50 years of giving her all; now that's a stalwart of entertainment.
And saving the best for last, the often imitated but never duplicated-dupli-dupli-duplicated Robin Williams, who ended his life shortly via hanging after being diagnosed with early stages of Parkinson's disease and severe depression, a combination that would all but wreck even the best of men. We're a month removed from his untimely passing, and still the tributes are pouring in for this one-of-a-kind comedic genius who delighted everybody from children to adults with his breadth of roles. An utter manic who could make us laugh with words as much as with expressions, the man worked like a mustang, with no less than 106 roles in film and television in under 30 years, close to 4 roles a year, which is simply unheard of.
I can still quote beloved characters like the Genie verbatim thanks to how memorable he made those roles, as well as other wonderful roles like Fender in Robots (perhaps not as appreciated as Genie). Admittedly, I feel even a bit ashamed for not catching many of his live-action roles, save for Night at the Museum, Flubber and Jumanji to name a couple, and he had delightful spoken word sets such as Weapons of Mass Destruction, which I thoroughly enjoyed.
Yet, for all the words I speak of the man, I can't help but feel they're simply not enough. Hell, he defined much of my life in a great way, but honestly, the official tribute posted on DA featured artwork that were simply perfect tributes to the man.
All of them can be simply found in this official journal, which will say a lot more than I ever could:
A Tribute to Robin WilliamsWatch depthRADIUS
A Tribute to Robin Williams
Robin Williams Tributeby EmilyStepp
Why did we delay for more than a week the publishing of this remembrance? Because to properly reflect the impact of this loss on the millions of Robin Williams fans worldwide, we wanted to be sure to capture a true sense of the torrent of love for Robin pouring in from the community in the form of heartfelt portraits and other tribute art.
We chose the “best”
At the end of the day, his work was mostly flawless given his ability to transition from comedic roles to drama with little to no trouble, and the legacy he has left behind will remain for generations to come.
In light of Robin's death, I leave you with this: If at any time you feel like the world's against you and you cannot handle it anymore, please try and contact a hotline or a close confidant or anybody. The national hotline for the USA is highlighted in the journal I've pasted here, and a depression awareness month is in full swing here Down Under. Your health, both physically and mentally, is the most important thing you have.
Or in short, to mostly borrow words from one of my favourite Cracked writers, David Wong, "He [Williams] was rich and accomplished, and respected and beloved by friends, family and fans, and in the end it meant precisely jack fucking shit."
So thank you to everybody I have named for the mark you've left on the world, and thank you people for sticking around if you have done so. Have a wonderful day,each and every one of you.