I'm just back from watching Night at the Museum 3, and it's a fitting end to the trilogy, but now my eyes look like I've gone ten rounds with Frank Bruno, all red and swollen.
Why?
Because of Robin Williams.
It's the last film he will ever be seen in (there is a voice role yet to be released), and I was in tears near the end of the film (partly because of the story, partly because of Robin), but the line that came up in the credits broke my heart and sent me over the blubbing edge. I won't put it here, because it should be watched. I headed to straight to the toilet to compose myself, then when I explained my reaction to hubby in the car on the way home I broke down again.
I never met him, but watched him with glee when I was younger in Mork & Mindy, and have watched pretty much every film he's been in, though I only own 2 videos with him in, Toys and his stand up at the MET show, but for some reason his death has hit me hard. It hit me at the time, and still does. If his death affects me this strongly, I daren't think how his family and friends have coped.
This world could do with him still being about, but he decided it was his time to leave. If there is somewhere to go past this existence, I hope he is having a ball, because everyone else there will be.
I've put a link on to one of my favourite Robin Williams moments where I feel I see the real man behind the fame, it's the time when he met Koko the gorilla and had a tickling and cuddling session with her. http://youtu.be/I9I_QvEXDv0
R.I.P. Robin Williams, you are missed.
Toodles
KL
