The only thing more wonderful than this book is actually watching Marty Feldman perform. Both thrill me.
This is a warm and engaging memorial.
Feldman's life...is extraordinary...Another early Feldman sketch finds Cleese in a railway compartment irritated unto violence by the inane interruptions of his fellow passenger, a wing-collared Marty. In the end, Feldman simply disappears, but his voice persists. This too is a prophetic metaphor for Feldman - his early death, his lingering influence and, yes, his genius.
He was totally unique. Like something out of mythology. But funny.
No one has ever made me laugh as hard as Marty Feldman in Young Frankenstein, he was pure comic perfection.
A fascinating insight into the mind of Feldman for weirdos everywhere. Long live this comic genius.
He was a pioneer of comedy who inspired pioneers of comedy, a hero to my comedy heroes.