Monday, February 24, 2014
I remember reading about Ramis and John Belushi in Bob Woodward's ultra inflammatory bio of the latter, Wired. They had worked together for many years. Both were native Chicagoans. During a party in the late '70s Belushi, exhausted and intoxicated, fell on Ramis' lap and exclaimed, "Oh Harold..." As if he were consulting with an old friend and mentor. What should I do now?
While the heirs to the "slob comedy" throne of recent years (Judd Apatow et al) don't exactly light my fire, they have undeniably been inspired by all those anarchic yukfests of decades ago. The "young, dangerous comedy" spawned from the Lampoon, Lemmings, and Saturday Night Live. I expect some heartfelt tributes in the days to come.
I would also like to have a break from having to write these eulogies for at least a little while, please.