I learned last night that Robin Williams passed away, quite possibly a suicide. If this is so, I’m not surprised.
I always liked his characters – from Mork to Mrs. Doubtfire to the therapist in “Good Will Hunting” – but I never liked to watch him in an interview situation on late night television. He was always on stage, always ad libbing. We never got an inkling into the real Robin or his personal life.
Perhaps it was because he was profoundly unhappy, and he chose to cover it up. Humor is a great defense when one is sobbing on the inside. Still, it doesn’t solve the problem.
I hope Robin Williams has found peace.