CREEMEDIA
I’m not exactly sure what happened, but the guy who stands to greet me as I enter the publicist’s office can’t be Bob Goldthwait. I mean, he kinda looks like Bob (“Bobcat” to his friends, fans and pets), but the long, straight mane of hair he sported on a couple of cable specials and a recent spoof of Bono in Rolling Stone has been mercilessly cropped, and the calm voice and friendly handshake could hardly belong to the manic comedian whose tense onstage delivery is punctuated with the trembling, high-strung whines of someone whose psychological roller coaster is about to jump the tracks.
CREEMEDIA
BOB GOLDTHWAIT May Be Hazardous To Your Health
by
Steve Peters
I’m not exactly sure what happened, but the guy who stands to greet me as I enter the publicist’s office can’t be Bob Goldthwait.
I mean, he kinda looks like Bob (“Bobcat” to his friends, fans and pets), but the long, straight mane of hair he sported on a couple of cable specials and a recent spoof of Bono in Rolling Stone has been mercilessly cropped, and the calm voice and friendly handshake could hardly belong to the manic comedian whose tense onstage delivery is punctuated with the trembling, high-strung whines of someone whose psychological roller coaster is about to jump the tracks. You mean to tell me this is the guy who once climbed a ladder and dropped a case of Tab on a rat to verify that diet sodas can be detrimental to the health of lab animals? The same man to whom I am forever indebted for turning me on to the fact that Scott Baio is the Antichrist?