We, the fans, tend to fixate on Steve Martin’s early work—the albums, Saturday Night Live, The Jerk, Dead Men Don’t Wear Plaid, and so on—and why shouldn’t we? That stuff was stupendously great.
But if you asked Steve himself, I bet he’d tell you that his golden age was his middle period, from All of Me in 1984 up through L.A. Story in 1991. This was when he finally became a movie star.
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