It's often hard to stomach the Robin Williams shtick. Body fur aside, his comedy is too sweaty and energetic. Everyone prefers him playing the lowly therapist telling Matt Damon to quit being an asshole. It might even be easier to watch him geek out about photography while playing with himself to pictures of other people's families. He's great as a villain, great as a soulfully reachable teacher (The Birdcage loosely fits into this category), horrible as a comedic character actor. No, Good Morning, Vietnam was not good. If you think it was then get the HELL out of this blog! Throw a fat granny suit on him and what happens? Not the Caucasian prequel to Big Mama's House. Gold happens. With a little help from Harvey Fierstein, Robert Prosky, and Brosnan, Pierce Brosnan.
