Philip Seymour Hoffman Dead At 46
Philip Seymour Hoffman is dead and what the fuck can we even say about this except that it is sad and it is bullshit and he was only 46 and goddamn addiction for taking some of the best so fucking young, “reportedly.” All we can say is that there is no film he couldn’t make better, including Mission Impossible III, and we don’t want to watch football today we want to watch Capote and The Talented Mr. Ripley and The Master and cry our faces off for someone we didn’t even know, but should not have lost.
People die and we all pretend we loved them more or paid more attention to their career or cast them in a better light than they were, talent-wise, but Hoffman was the real deal and this is an unbelievably huge loss. He inhabited roles so thoroughly that we couldn’t wait for him to age, almost, to grow into playing Lear or Richard the Third or any number of great characters that he would have immersed himself in.
Oh, and Boogie Nights. We’re totally going to go watch all of Boogie Nights, because in a film of great performances, Hoffman was the fucking best.
Rest in peace and goddamn you for going so soon. Also, goddamn the New York Times for running with the story before they were sure his family was notified.
The actor Philip Seymour Hoffman was found dead in his New York apartment on Sunday morning of an apparent drug overdose, according to a law enforcement official who requested anonymity because he was not certain the actor’s family had been informed of the death.
Everyone is terrible. Except Hoffman. He was fucking great.
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