Friday, June 24, 2011

Oh, Just One More Thing...

I'm not exactly sure why it is, but Columbo was sort of a rare treat in my household.  Maybe it's because the show was so long, and was on so late.  In any event, I loved staying up to watch Peter Falk's trench-coat wearing detective spin circles of logic around anyone who dared commit a murder in his town.

It was like watching a magic show, to watch Columbo solve his cases.  Endearingly absent-minded -- at least as far as a suspect was concerned -- he would disarm his opponents with a sort of puzzled charm, just enough to annoy them or lull them into making a mistake.  And then came that moment.  That moment you always knew was coming.  Columbo would start to walk away, and then pause, scratch his head, and turn back around, his ever-present notebook at the ready. 

"Just one more thing..." he would say.  And you knew he had 'em. 

Columbo was a special kind of character, and only a certain kind of actor could do him justice.  Peter Falk was that man, and though he's been an integral part of many youthful favorites (The Princess Bride comes to mind), I will always see him with a cigar perched in his knuckles, his rumpled jacket and lopsided grin belying the intelligence in his eyes, mid-turn and ready to spring his trap.

"Oh. Just one more thing."

RIP Peter Falk 1927-2011

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