Screw that, get a tissue.
Harold Ramis dead. This ranks up there with the loss of Leslie Nielsen in Lemur King’s world.
I collect spores, molds and fungus.
The man directed GroundHog Day, which is one of my favorite movies. It took a stroke of genius to find the right balance between comedy, smug satisfaction at Phil’s fate, pity at the horror of his fate, and transformation of a vile creature into a human.
Thanks Harold. RIP.
Any movie that includes Scott’s work or the work of Oscar Wilde wins with me. This one won’t be applied to Mr. Ramis.
High though his titles, proud his name,
Boundless his wealth as wish can claim;
Despite those titles, power, and pelf,
The wretch, concentred all in self,
Living, shall forfeit fair renown,
And, doubly dying, shall go down
To the vile dust, from whence he sprung,
Unwept, unhonor’d, and unsung.
For me, and for me alone…