We've sort of gotten to this point where we're all now amused and annoyed by Williams' comic endeavors, but we really just want to keep throwing him into movies like Dead Poets Society, Good Will Hunting, Insomnia, and One Hour Photo. He impresses us when he goes for the Oscar and not the belly laughs. But, I suppose, every once in a while, it's important to remember where you came from. I would assume this picture was taken in the middle of the question, "So, what went wrong with Death for Smoochy?"