Dear me, you don't understand a film so you get all pompous. It was a clever variation on a very old theme but, I suppose, scarcely a film for blokey blokes.
It was noticeable how relatively few parts Robin Williams had in recent years, whether that was his doing or the crass Hollywood studio executives' I wouldn't like to say. It's difficult to see him succeeding in the current SFX, violent thud and blunder environment and he was typecast in a very narrow comedic persona. And look at 'comedy'! Russell Brand? Jonathan Woss? Oh dear! But RW would have made a bloody good Thorin, say, in 'The Hobbit', a part with something to get yer teeth into.
I knew Dave Rappaport ('Time Bandits'), who shot himself, and I once went to Christmas Dinner at his house in Somerset. Depression is a vile affliction which is made worse by studio executives first taking someone up as flavour of the month and then dropping them, not returning calls, etc.
Goodbye Robin! Don't turn up at the Pearly gates pretending to be a Scottish nanny or you'll wait a long time, as they're not going to make porridge for one...
