LEARNING FROM EACH OTHER, WHILE WE DO OUR THING: Maybe it's the spirit of The Holiday Season. Maybe it's the residue of too much lambic. Maybe it's just nostalgia. But, most likely, it's just from a profound sense of gratitude.
It is hereby ordered that no criticism of the film Fat Albert evermore appear on this blog.
Yes, I know, it's gotten some harsh reviews. Okay, most of them.
But if there's any living American comedian who's earned a lifetime pass on his creative works on account of the combination of his good work and good deeds, it's William H. Cosby, Jr., Ed.D.
(Okay, fine, criticize his political activism if you dare, but this is a kid's movie we're talking about.)
I'm still awfully fond of the old Fat Albert cartoons. And the Brown Hornet. And Picture Pages, picture pages, open up your picture pages . . . and then there's The Cosby Show.
I've got a soft spot for the guy. So, too, does the WaPo's Desson Thomson. So until there's a Leonard: Part VII, save your haterade for those who deserve it, and leave Bill alone.
Who gets your free lifetime pass?