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In Memoriam

You Only Have a Certain Amount of Time Life: Rob Reiner, 1947-2025

A shocking moment that it is my job to capture.

We are so ahead of things right now that there is scant information available right now except for the truly horrifying news that Rob Reiner and his wife since 1989, Michele Singer, have been found stabbed in their Brentwood home. I’m a bit numb about this news. Goodness knows not all of Reiner’s movies have been good, but several have been genuinely great. Stone-cold classics. And if some of his movies are deeply forgettable, some of them are among the greatest movies of my lifetime.

We all know about his history. Son of Carl Reiner and his wife, Estelle. Graduate of the UCLA film school. Got his start in acting in the early ‘60s. Got his start in writing in the late ‘60s; he and Steve Martin were the youngest writers for The Smothers Brothers Comedy Hour. In 1974, he directed the made-for-TV movie Sonny Boy. It appears to have been poorly received. He directed a segment of a different one a few years later, and then by 1984, he directed his first theatrical release feature. Specifically This Is Spinal Tap.

Frankly I’ve never really liked All In the Family. I know it’s one of the great landmarks of television history, but it doesn’t do anything for me. But he’s great in Sleepless in Seattle, and he’s about the only bit I liked in The Wolf of Wall Street—though I thought he was his dad—and he’s hilarious on his episode of The Rockford Files. He was never the world’s greatest actor, but he was certainly competent enough. He could be funny when it was required, and he knew just how much to put into the character. It’s a real skill.

And then there’s the movies he directed. Yes, he’s back on Spinal Tap in recent months. And that’s fine. But he directed two of the greatest Stephen King adaptations ever, Stand By Me and Misery. One of the best movies of the ‘80s, The Princess Bride. One of the funniest romantic comedies ever made, When Harry Met Sally . . . . Rob Reiner will be in film history for those five movies and it basically doesn’t matter what he did with the rest of his career.

I’m out of knowing what to say. How do you respond to this? We will learn more in the days and weeks to come, I’m sure, and I suppose we’ll have closure. Or something. Answers, I hope. But it won’t be enough. Nothing will be enough. How can it be?