I continue to be a fan of Leslie Nielsen’s work. He was a great comic actor and could get me laughing by his facial expressions alone.
But every time I hear his name mentioned, I think of one thing.
He used to carry around a device that, on demand, would make a sound.
A recognizable sound.
A restroom sound.
(I debated in my head how to word that last sentence. I think you understand what I mean, and I can hopefully avoid popping up in Google searches for rude subjects.)
He would make the noise randomly during interviews. There are a couple on YouTube.
He lived his craft in a very real way.
Something about that speaks to me. He wasn’t a funny guy in the movies and a morose, down in the dumps, tormented actor off camera.
At least he didn’t seem to be.
He carried a whoopie cushion while off the clock. THAT is a zest for life.
Sort of.
Not a Camouflaged Soul 