My first exposure to the gentle soul with the wild hair and mischievous smile didn't come with Willy Wonka or Young Frankenstein, but rather 1976's Silver Streak.
I was six and as usual my Saturdays were spent seeing a movie with my mom. The film featured a runaway train, enough of a draw for a young boy, but I can remember instantly being drawn to Wilder's "funny" face and easy-going demeanor. He was a soft-spoken leading man, calm and articulate, until events caused his inevitable comedic "eruption," an unmatched cacophony of grunts, groans and hollers that endeared him to you even more.
I was too young to see 1980's R-rated Stir Crazy in theaters but I can remember catching it repeatedly at a buddy's house on cable and reveling in the effortless interaction between Wilder and Richard Pryor. I seem to recall "We bad" became an anthem of sorts as we strutted around the playground.
It wasn't until my teens that I discovered Mel Brooks' horror-spoof Young Frankenstein. Talk about a perfect vehicle for Wilder's talents. It became an instant favorite of mine and remains one I still seek out whenever I'm feeling down and in need of a little pick-me-up.
Gene Wilder's films are all classic pick-me-ups, like good chicken soup when your sick. They comfort, fill you with warmth and make you smile. And they'll do so for generations to come.
