I know I’m a couple of days late, but: while I am not the world’s biggest Gene Wilder fan, and in fact I’m pretty sure I have never seen Willy Wonka and the Chocolate Factory in its entirety, and in additional fact am suddenly not even entirely sure that’s the proper name of the film, I will always, always, always be grateful to him for this fucking sublime moment from Blazing Saddles:
I would kill to know how many takes this took. Cleavon Little is trying so hard to keep his shit together and Wilder is just torturing him. It’s the best moment in an entirely brilliant movie. RIP, Gene. And fuck you, 2016.