He is most notably one of the most well-known comedic actors of the 20th and 21st centuries. He teamed with straight man Dean Martin for years on the stage and on film. He then went solo and really made a name for himself.
Lewis was rejected for service in World War II for a heart murmur, which might have had a role in his supposed heart attacked in 1960, when he was 34, the other two heart attacks he's had since. Needless to say, had he gone into the service, if the Nazis didn't kill him, his own troops would've. No doubt he would've been incredibly obnoxious in a foxhole.
Lewis has been married twice, the first time 26 years and his sequel has lasted 19. The only bad or shocking thing I can say about the guy is that he's completely obnoxious. I can't imagine another actor out there that drives me as bananas as Lewis does with these kooky, idiotic characters, who are all easily duped and stumble into fortune or narrowly miss the disaster of death or shame.
No matter what you might think about him, Lewis seems to be a guy that's done things the right way for the vast majority of his career, which has spanned eight decades. Maybe he's loved the drugs, drink or girls (or guys), but over that length of time in his high-profile and often philanthropic image, it'd be hard to stuff all those skeletons into the closet.
I wish I could dislike Lewis as a person as much as I do a comedic actor, but it's impossible.
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