By Dennis Hartley
Can we just say that 2017 officially begins today? Seriously, I’ve had it with you, 2016. You have more than worn out your welcome. Over.
I’ve always felt Carrie Fisher missed her calling. Of course, she will be forever cemented in our collective unconscious as Princess Leia; the smart, fearless, beautiful, and wisecracking heroine of the original Star Wars saga. But Carrie Fisher herself happened to be smart, fearless, beautiful, wisecracking ; a gifted comedic writer and raconteur. As we say in the business of show: she had “funny bones”.
Even if Star Wars had never been part of the equation, she would have taken her place alongside Fran Lebowitz or Spalding Gray. If you’ve seen her autobiographical one-woman show, Wishful Drinking, you know what I’m talking about. If not, when you’re done with your Star Wars marathon, do yourself a favor and catch it (I believe it’s still available in HBO’s On Demand). You’ll see a Carrie Fisher who is brutally honest, self-effacing…and an absolute riot.
I bet she already has Ziggy Stardust and John Glenn in stitches. R.I.P.