Writer/director Blake Edwards died yesterday at the age of 88. He is best known for crafting some of the most eclectic comedies in the history of cinema, including Breakfast at Tiffany’s, the Peter Sellers’ Pink Panther series, 10, S.O.B. and Victor Victoria. His career was one of the hit or miss variety, but Edwards wasn’t afraid to tread controversial ground or criticize the business he spent over 50 years working in.
I first discovered Edwards as a teenager with the John Ritter farce Skin Deep. It would be one of the last big screen efforts he would direct and featured Ritter as an unemployed writer who finds himself embroiled in all matter of drunken womanizing antics. It was a decent laugher, but one scene in particular stands out from the rest. It perfectly embodies the creative boldness in Edwards’ writing. It needs no further introduction.
RIP, John Ritter. RIP, Blake Edwards.