The Boy and I recently had a Robin Williams movie night: we rented Good Will Hunting and One Hour Photo*.
During One Hour Photo, The Boy had to pee so I paused the DVD for him. When he came back, he stood next to the tv and did a gyrating, lascivious naked dance. Initially, I assumed he was trying to seduce me. Then I realized that a) he was flapping his penis at the tv screen, not at me and b) he had deliberately positioned himself so his flapping penis was right in paused-Robin-Williams' eyeline.
I was laughing so hard I could barely manage to wheeze out the words "I...need to...blog this...!!!!" The Boy obligingly stopped flapping long enough to take a photo of the tv screen so I could make this visual aide for y'all:
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Robin Williams' eyes are not as visible in this photo as they were in real life, but trust me, he is looking down and to the left. The Boy lined things up perfectly. It was epic.
And let's take a closer look at Robin Williams' expression, shall we?
He seems deeply mistrustful of The Boy's swinging, twirling junk. Or possibly the junk is making him really sad. Maybe the slappity sounds of The Boy's frenzied undulations brought back poignant memories of a long-deceased family dog who used to flap its ears, and now Robin Williams is meditating on the fragility of life and the fact that eventually, everyone we love - canine or human - will die.
I mean, I feel nothin' but joy when The Boy does one of his naked dances. But there's no accounting for taste.
*One Hour Photo is fascinating, by the way. Williams gives an amazing performance unlike anything else I've ever seen him in, and the script and direction are really tight...and yet overall the movie comes off as a totally unremarkable thriller, which is a shame.