Man, this doesn’t even seem like it can be real. Robin Williams has died in what was apparently a suicide at the age of 63.
It’s hard to remember the first thing I saw Robin Williams in. He’s one of those actors that have always just been there. I was probably six or seven when I saw Aladdin for the first time, although I’m not sure how long it took me to associate the voice of the Genie with an actual, living person. Mrs. Doubtfire is probably the first live-action movie I ever saw him in. Although I did watch a few Mork & Mindy reruns when I was a kid, too. And Toys is also a possibility — that came out the same year as Aladdin. Oh, and Hook actually came out the year before, when I was five or six. It’s weird to imagine a world without Robin Williams in it, making children laugh.
I’m not sure I can pick a favorite or best role. I’m primarily familiar with Williams’s work from comedy, not drama — I’ve never seen Good Morning, Vietnam, for example, or Dead Poet’s Society. I really do like him in Good Will Hunting, though, for which he won an Academy Award. I also have a special place in my heart for Jumanji. It’s a silly movie, I know, but I still love it. (About half the time, when one of us gets home from wherever, Mekaela or I will come through the front door and yell, “It’s me! It’s me, Alan!” I . . . don’t really have a good explanation for this, but we’ve done it for years.)
Rest in peace, Mr. Williams. My sympathy with you and your family both.