Where to Watch ‘Pee-wee as Himself'
As he told TheWrap at Sundance earlier this year, 'I did have the sense that Paul was motivated to tell his story in a way he hadn't been before, that it was going to be challenging for him, but that he threw himself into that process and was fully committed to being himself on camera in a way that was totally uncomfortable and something he had never done.'
'The idea that these would be the last words that he would share publicly with the world was completely off my radar,' he continued.
Here's how to watch the two-part documentary about the Pee-wee Herman star.
It premieres Friday, May 23, at 8:00 pm ET/PT on HBO and Max.
'Pee-wee as Himself' is a two-part documentary. Both episodes premiere on May 23.
Part One, which follows Reubens from his childhood through the creation of Pee-wee and his breakout with the 1985 film 'Pee-wee's Big Adventure,' premieres Friday, May 23, at 8:00-9:40 p.m. ET/PT.
Part Two follows immediately, debuting at 9:40 p.m. ET/PT. It covers casting, production design and the creative process behind his Emmy-winning series 'Pee-wee's Playhouse,' which ran from 1986 to 1990 on CBS. It also features the actor's final interview before his death in July of 2023.
The documentary is about the late Paul Reubens and his alter-ego persona, Pee-wee Herman.
The film features interviews with filmmakers Tim Burton and Judd Apatow, actors Natasha Lyonne, S. Epatha Merkerson, Laurence Fishburne, Debi Mazar, David Arquette, Laraine Newman and Cassandra Peterson, artists Gary Panter and Wayne White and Reubens' sister Abby Rubenfeld.
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I will certainly miss marveling at Parker's Olympics-worthy ability to navigate nearly any surface in heels (and 'sell' outfits that seem more like Halloween costumes than style) as well as those rare conversations, like the one at the bridal show, that allowed a situation to be viewed from multiple points of view. As for the finale, it felt very much in keeping with the intention, if not the overall execution, of the series. I am not cold-hearted enough to want any of these characters to depart mid-crisis or accept less than a happy life. Sure, it was a bit pat, with everyone's story neatly boxed up like a Thanksgiving pie. But who doesn't like pie? Garcia: I love pie! But let's not forget, like the toilet that overflowed (with a few logs, to boot) in the final scenes, too much of something isn't always what we need. Villarreal: Is this a safe space to share that if the girls make up with Samantha/Cattrall in their 70s, I'll be ready for their return to my screen? Sorry, not sorry — I don't have time to set healthy boundaries with friendships that are no longer serving me.
