R.I.P Philip Seymour Hoffman.
It seems inappropriate to watch, think about, or speak of films and film making on the day Philip Seymour Hoffman dies of a drug overdose. Grief can appear at it’s cheapest when wrapped in the tinny platitudes of an irrational outpouring for a person never known, never met and no more special than the hundreds of anonymous I have never seen on the screen who will also die today.
And yet, despite all that rationality, it is devastating to know that all the Philip Seymour Hoffman films have been made, all his appearances are done and all his speeches silenced.
For what it’s worth, my heart goes out to his family, and to all families who are grieving the death of a loved one today.