The Godfather of American Comedy

The funniest people on the planet think there's no funnier person than Albert Brooks. 

- Adrienne LaFrance

Somewhere in the hills above Malibu, drenched in California sunshine and sitting side by side in a used white Volkswagen bug, two teenage boys realized they were lost. They'd been looping their way along an open road, past shady groves and canyons, and in doing so they'd gotten turned around. This was the early 1960s, and the boy driving the car was Albert Einstein-yes, this really was his given name, years before he changed it to Albert Brooks. Riding shotgun was his best friend and classmate from Beverly Hills High School, Rob Reiner.

Brooks had inherited the car from one of his older brothers, and he'd made it his own by removing the handle of the stick shift and replacing it with a smooth brass doorknob. After several failed attempts to find the Pacific Coast Highway, which would take them home, Brooks and Reiner came upon a long fence surrounding a field where a single cow was grazing. Albert "stopped the car and he leaned out the window and he said, 'Excuse me, sir! Sir?' and the cow just looked up," Reiner told me. "And he said, 'How do you get back to the PCH?' And the cow just did a little flick of his head, like he was flicking a fly away, and went back to eating." Without missing a beat, Albert called out, "Thank you!" and confidently zoomed away. "I said, 'Albert, you just took directions from a cow!' And he said, 'Yeah, but he lives around here. He knows the area."" Reiner is telling me this story, dissolving into laughter as he does, to make two points. The first point is that Albert Brooks has impeccable comic timing, a quality that, among other talents, has made him a hero to multiple generations of comedians, actors, and directors who are themselves legends. The second point is that Brooks has always been this way.