Last night, I attended an event at the CBS building in midtown.
All lit up on the side facing 6th Avenue it said “Comedy’s Biggest Schedule” (CBS, get it? …It’s okay, I didn’t til I was in the elevator).
At first I thought, “biggest,” really? As CBS is a network I know more for their bevy of procedural dramas than anything all that…well, funny. But then I remembered – all week, my eyeballs have been…maybe “assaulted” isn’t the right word – but close enough that I’m not going to search for a softer term – by web and tv ads featuring Mrs. Doubtfire himself. Like, everywhere.
Now, don’t get me wrong. I love Robin Williams; he’s certainly larger than life, and I readily acknowledge his contribution to the comedy pantheon. After all, I grew up watching Mork & Mindy on Nick at Nite, while Hook remains one of my favorite films to quote of all time (“There you are, Peter!”)
That said, do I want to watch him in a single-cam sitcom opposite Buffy the Vampire Slayer? No, I’m exhausted just thinking about it. A bigger star doesn’t necessarily translate to big laughs, especially on the small screen.
And it’s not like the man needs to work. Would it really be so bad to just hang out in Malibu, counting his Jumanji money? I guess we’ll never know.
Which got me thinking: when it comes to clothes, there are plenty of trends I welcomed at the time, but also don’t want to return anytime soon. Windbreakers come to mind, as do Hammer pants. And there are others – I’m looking at you, invisible tie – that I didn’t appreciate the first time around.