The Haanta Series venerates the inimitable Gene Wilder
The horrors of the year seem ceaseless. I know death, especially for the old and ailing, is not an evil, but it must be an evil to all the rest of the world, to everyone who will look on at the passing of such an exceptional artist and be ruined by the loss. I must love anybody who can employ the word 'swell' with such easy fluency as Gene Wilder did, and indeed, I did love him, in my own quiet way, extolling his efforts, lauding him as one who remained steadfast in the face of a changing industry, as one who saw his art and passion move in a different circle, and as one who looked at parts and films offered him in this new style and said, "Good day, sir." When asked why he had remained out of films for the better part of the last twenty years, he replied that so few films these days have any artistic merit, and that he should have valued merit over money is a quality which shows his higher character: he would rather write, he said, than act, if there was nothing ou...