It’s not going to stop. It’s the order of things, the circle of this hard life, the order of the world. Somewhere on earth, seems it’s always a time for the giants to keep falling. Our elders pass away, take leave of earth—sometimes way too soon—and many are left behind to mourn and remember.
Jerry Lewis (1926–2017) was part of my childhood movie reel.
With all the foolishness that’s going on these chaotic days, it’s good to keep humor in the scabbard of sharpened coping mechanisms to help maneuver through the world with sanity intact.
As a child, Jerry Lewis movies gave me plenty of laughs and taught me that the underdog nerd-guy/person really can win. And that was music to my soul. Music I still need to hear every now and again.
I got a kick out of the slapstick comedy, but my favorite scene of all his movies is from “The Patsy.”
Can’t say why this portion of the movie tickles my funny bone, and has done so since I was 10 years old or so. Maybe it’s because the trio wasn’t what I expected. Don’t know what I expected to see as a 10-year-old, but that sure wasn’t it.
Lewis’ annual telethon to benefit muscular dystrophy is another thing I’ll remember. I hated telethons as a child, and did all I could to avoid them. But even so, what stuck with me is that this star-figure, who could be doing anything with his time, chose to raise funds for research to benefit others. Because I hardly ever watched, I never picked up on reasons others weren’t fans of the annual event.
But what cemented Lewis as a funny, but curmudgeonly figure in my mind is this Hollywood Reporter interview. First of all, I don’t know why someone granted this interview. He wasn’t having it. And let the whole world know. And it made me laugh. But made me feel for the reporter.