Chicharrones de maíz. De todos colores. Obviamente de México.
“¿Les puede echar más salsa, por favor?”
Wilder was initially hesitant, but finally accepted the role under one condition:
When I make my first entrance, I’d like to come out of the door carrying a cane and then walk toward the crowd with a limp. After the crowd sees Willy Wonka is a cripple, they all whisper to themselves and then become deathly quiet. As I walk toward them, my cane sinks into one of the cobblestones I’m walking on and stands straight up, by itself… but I keep on walking, until I realize that I no longer have my cane. I start to fall forward, and just before I hit the ground, I do a beautiful forward somersault and bounce back up, to great applause.
When Stuart asked why, Wilder replied, “because from that time on, no one will know if I’m lying or telling the truth.”
Because Gene Wilder is a BAMF and I love everything he touches.
Using 3,604 cups of coffee with different amounts of milk and coffee to create shading for Mona Lisa’s face.
Gimme! Wait a minute… why am I so hungry? Oh, uh… I don’t think I had breakfast :P