All Hail the Great and Powerful Oz
Bow Down to the Coolest Man Alive, Bitches.
Oh you thought Star Wars month was over just because it premiered Friday and we should let this go? Fuck no! Do you know whose birthday was on Friday? Only the man I consider my personal lord and savior, Oz-Christ. You really think I’d allow the coolest mother fucker alive to have his bday overshadowed by a fucking movie premiere?
I’m not doing you like that, Frank – not here. Not on my watch. One of the greatest entertainers EVER – the one and only Frank Oz turns 68 years young this weekend, and I’m going to take a stab and say the whole May 25th New Hope premiere date thing was just Lucas laying the groundwork to nab Frank up for the role of Yoda.
Lon Chaney? Bela Lugosi? Hacks. Let’s talk about a REAL character actor: Yoda, Miss Piggy, Fozzie Bear, Animal, Grover, Cookie Monster, Bert – and if you thought this guy was a one-trick (a million tricks) pony – how about his directing efforts: The Dark Crystal (with co-director and longtime collaborator Jim Henson), The Muppets Take Manhattan, Little Shop of Horrors (1986), Dirty Rotten Scoundrels, What About Bob? – just in case you thought he was done, he also directed the original and FAR superior Death at a Funeral in 2007.
I’ve been a Frank Oz mega-fan since I was aware enough to form a cohesive thought, and those thoughts were about puppets – if no one else knows how to properly honor you, Frank – rest assured – we here at Donnybrook know there will never be another talent like you. So Happy Birthday, Mr. Oz – we could never give you a gift that compares to what you’ve given us.