If you’re a fan of thought-provoking, well-acted movies and follow entertainment media, you probably have heard about the death of actor Phillip Seymour Hoffman. He was only 46.
I was lucky enough to see him in Death of a Saleman on Broadway in 2012. He was mesmerizing in the title role, and I keenly feel the loss of his talent. He was one of those actors who elevated the productions he was in, and I would make a point of seeing his work. I didn’t always like the films he chose, but I always loved him.
When I truly am in awe of something, it have difficulty finding the right words to express my emotions. Which is frustrating as a writer. However, others are not inflicted with my problem, and so, please read this tribute by Entertainment Weekly magazine’s Owen Gleiberman. He eloquently puts into words why Hoffman was such a gifted actor.
As an alcoholic, I understood his struggle with sobriety. I cheered when he went back to rehab last year after 23 years of sobriety. But I was worried it wasn’t the end of his drug dependency.
Hoffman was found dead in his bathroom with a needle still in his arm. To me, it is a shocking reminder that success and talent does not make one free from personal demons.
If I believed in an afterlife, I’d like to think of him entertaining the angels with his shlumpy, self-effacing ways. (Just click on this link to watch him in Along Came Polly, and I dare you not to cringe/laugh.) My heart is broken a little. I hope he found peace, wherever he is.