Robin Williams’ suicide is a reminder that grief often lurks not only beneath the surface, but also hidden in plain sight. Many of his best roles were about keeping grief at bay.
My two favorites are not surprising: The Fisher King, about the madness and tenderness co-existing in all of us, and Good Morning, Vietnam. I always respected the latter one for calling the main character to account for his naïveté. The young man he trusts betrays him. Life shatters. And so it goes. And we go on. Or not.