I'm a "soup you up" kind of guy. I mean, sure, I'm clinically depressed (lol) and my brain is my own worse enemy (Lit, 1999), but I love to show love and gas people up, especially when it might not be warranted. You never truly know what pain someone is carrying. I still need to get better at my consistency, like I'll be almost afraid to wish people a Happy Birthday (Jesus, I'm a pussy) if I only know because I saw them sharing IG stories. Still, I try to like as much stuff as possible and show all the love I can because I know how little things like that can brighten someone's day.
I think that's why I get so upset when my "friends" don't show DOL love on the interweb. Do you think I actually *like* as in enjoy your shitty pictures? Of course not, but I don't have a hole in my heart (that I know of), so I show love regardless. I wish they'd do the same with my content, but maybe I just need to be better!!!!
Anyways, I had never heard of Jamie Costa until about 15 minutes ago. That sounds like a guy who'd die 18 minutes into a Sopranos episode, but in reality, he's an actor who sounds just like the late, great Robin Williams. I'm talking carbon copy.
I started blogging before I even finished watching the entire clip; it's that good and convincing. If you close your eyes, you'll think it's Robin.
That video is currently the #21 trending clip on youtube with nearly 2,000,000 views since it's posting on the 11th; it'll prob surpass that by the time I finish this blog, SO, I know I'm not along with this take, but holy shit that was such incredible acting. That'd make Dennis Reynolds feel something. I'm so ready to gas up Jamie Costa, bro. The range in those five minutes alone has me wanting more. He went from the zany, energetic Robin Williams to real, emotional, hurting Robin; finding out a friend (John Belushi) he was just with had died, processing the pain, then right back to his zany, energetic self for Mork with the ease of turning a page in a book. Actually, the acting was even smoother and easier because those fuckers can get stuck together, especially if you're a librosexual. #loveislove
Yesterday, I sort of bashed remakes because I think they're a lazy, money grab, but one type of film that I cannot get enough of is biopics. I need to see the rest of this movie. If I was a big wig financier the check would already be cut. I'm not a big reader (I think it's my undiagnosed ADD); I don't do it for pleasure, but growing up, I couldn't get my hands off biographies; without them, I would've never gotten my free personal pans. The last book I read cover-to-cover was Howard Cosell's autobiography, and the last book I partly read was Andrew Carnegie's Gospel of Wealth. As a historian, I love learning about people's stories. In an age where society/the media loves to pretend to care about mental health but doesn't actually (just my opinion), Robin Williams' story HAS TO be told.
I can't think of many deaths in my lifetime as shocking and heartbreaking as Robin Williams. Of all the suicides that have taken place during my conscious life (sorry, Kurt....that Courtney killed you), Robin's was the most surprising. How could someone so funny and full of life, energy, and love hang themself? Unfortunately, I think we all know how much personal pain and demons shape funny people and what Robin dealt with leading up to his death. That only amplifies my thoughts. Robin Williams' life story must be told, and after watching Jamie Costa's performance, I think it's clear he's the perfect man for the job.