Death to Smoochy II: The Quickening

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Dead Poets Society

(Admittedly, a little spot on, but how can you not?)

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Shazbot

Robin Williams, who turned a short attention span into an empire that funded his ex-wives’ spending, has joined the dead poet’s society at the age of 63. Long suspected of being a manic depressive, Williams finally reached the end of his rope. For a man so wildly inventive in his stage performances, his star-making role as Mork, his bravura performance as the Genie in Aladdin, being revealed as a “crying on the inside” type of clown was a disappointingly trite cliché. If he could survive Popeye, you’d have thought nothing would do him in. For his undeniable comedic skill, and his surprising dramatic chops in The World According to Garp, Awakenings and Good Will Hunting, he proved staggeringly inept at selecting quality projects – as evidenced by Man of the Year, Bicentennial Man, Jumanji, RV, Patch Adams and Old Dogs.