The irony of having to interrupt a comedy tour called Weapons of Self-Destruction for open-heart surgery cannot be lost on an omnidirectional brain such as Robin Williamss. He ought rightly to have been in SoFla seven months ago but instead took time to get one valve repaired and another replaced with bovine cardio tissue that he claims has turned him off beef. Even a self-destructive personality knows his limits, apparently.
At least has he enjoyed the privilege of aging to a ripe 58 and counting unlike some other too-fast, too-coked comics. Hes still a perfectly capable wit, even if his past 15 years of cinema have seemed like a guy named Robin Williams doing impressions of Robin Williams. But well ignore Flubber, Patch Adams, and Aladdin(and Hookand FernGully and Jumanjiand all the other family-friendly mugging). Williams is most natural riffing on race, sex, drugs, celebrity, and the news. To both Jay Leno and Jimmy Kimmel, citing mood swings, Williams compared his heart surgery to receiving an implanted vagina. During his show this Wednesday at 8 p.m. at the Hard Rock Live, expect plenty of such ribaldry, and allow yourself to gaze back at his career as a case study of the origins of dirty grandpas.
Wed., Oct. 21, 8 p.m., 2009