I come from a generation that enjoyed ‘By The Fire Side’, Maame ne Paapa and hibiscus-flavored sand meals cooked in empty tin tomato cans by the cute neighbor you were crushing on and hence had to literally eat sand and say “Taassssttyyy.” Captain Planet, Yoggi Bear, Bob TV and Gummy Bears are nostalgic landmarks to us, and Mrs. Doubtfire is right up there with them. If the first time you watched Mrs. Doubtfire was on colored television then you belong to the d-bee/adjebotta demographic the rest of us concocted lame reasons (like “I’m going for spare pencil”) to visit.
But Mrs. Doubtfire –like Home Alone- was a special movie. We weren’t old enough to dream of Visa Lotteries and our cunning relatives in London kept promising ‘Oo next year okay? Next year.” . We are still waiting. So the movie was a welcome window into a beautiful Western lifestyle of nannies, rich happy families on vacations and la dolce vita.
In the process of loving the film, we fell in love with Mrs. Doubtfire (Robin Williams). Robin had enough humor and smiles to transform a memorial service into a sitcom episode. Every time we met (on TV), I knew I was about to have an enjoyable time. Childishly, I never paused to think he had weaknesses, gloomy moods or a care in this world. So hearing about his demise was a ‘wait a minute!’ moment for me.
His passing has elicited countless tributes and something else I’ve been contemplating for weeks now; empty happy people. We all Read More Who Put Out Mrs. Doubtfire’s Fire?