I would gladly write you 1,000 to 2,000 words on Philip Seymour Hoffman’s legacy and the fact that his personal demons, be as they may a sensitive and troubling topic, culminated in the tragic, early end of his life.
But I’m not going to. Hoffman blossomed from one of the best character actors of the 90’s into one of the quirkiest and most unlikely leading men of the new millennium, all the while still able to avoid becoming the proverbial “movie star.” His death is a colossal loss to all media of acting and he never delivered a performance that was short of great. He pulled the same verve for Joel Schumacher that he did for Paul Thomas Anderson and the Coen Brothers, entrenched himself into the role of Truman Capote the same way he contributed to the Mission: Impossible and Hunger Games franchises.
George Clooney had the best statement on the events: “There are no words. It’s just terrible.”
God speed, and thanks for everything.