Excuuuusse ME!
Quick now: Who wears $700 white suits, balloons on his head, an arrow through his skull, rabbit ears and a rubber nose and is forever afflicted by uncontrollably buck-and-winging "happy feet"? "Hey, we're havin' sommmme fuuun," he chortles. Pregnant pause. "Hey, this guy is really... crazy! By now, any halfway clued-in cultist should recognize silver-haired Steve Martin, 32, a Dadaesque philosopher turned goofball.
Almost as fast as he can deliver his trademark "Excuuuusse ME!" Martin has become one of the country's hottest comics, stumbling, smirking and stroking his banjo through a...
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