An Ode to Rick Moranis
Rick Moranis. A man’s man. A woman’s man. A jack of all trades. The man. The myth. The dad from Honey I Shrunk the Kids. Rick Moranis has played a large part in my life through his various groundbreaking roles in cinematic history. Plus I have a HUGE crush on him. Something about those geeky glasses, luscious lips, and visible funny bone makes me laugh till I swoon.
He has had a relatively short career due to retirement from the film industry in 1997 after the death of his wife (so sad) but the movies he was involved in were A+ dynomite. You can say what you will about some of his career choices (aka the never ending Honey I Shrunk/Blew Up/Ate the Kids franchise) but his involvement in classics like Ghostbusters, Little Shop of Horrors, Spaceballs, Strange Brew, The Flintstones and Little Giants has solidified his place in history and in the hearts of millions.
He continues to bless the world with his creative genius with works such as his 2006 Grammy nominated tongue-in-cheek country album titled “The Agoraphobic Cowboy.” I must admit I freaked out a little when I stumbled upon the music on his official website, thinking he had turned into some loony born-again country freak, but after thirty seconds of listening to hits like “America, My Truck” I knew good ole Rick was just up to his usual sneaky funniness. And you know what? He’s actually pretty good. Not that I like Country Music or anything, SHUT UP WHATEVER!
The point is that over the years I’ve learned that Rick Moranis could kick some puppies, punch some babies, or do pretty much anything and I would still love him and be loyal to the bitter end. He is my hero and can do no wrong. Just keep your fingers crossed that he will find it in his heart to come out retirement for Ghostbusters III. Do it for me Rick. Do it for your people.
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