Rob Reiner made the kind of movies that we all rewatch already. They’re the films that we quote without having to think about it, the ones we hold up as gold standards of comedy, romance, drama and suspense, the ones we wish they made today.
Before his death Sunday, it was not uncommon, or unwarranted, to marvel at his incredible streak of films from 1984, when he made his directorial debut with the mockumentary “This Is Spinal Tap,” through 1995 with “The American President.” Not to mention his comedic excellence in front of the camera, where he made a feast out of even the smallest roles, whether it was telling Tom Hanks about tiramisu in “Sleepless in Seattle” or yelling at Leonardo DiCaprio for his credit card bill in “The Wolf of Wall Street.”
