Capote, The Master, Boogie Nights, Magnolia, Almost Famous, The Big Lebowski, 25th Hour, Happiness, Moneyball, Hard Eight, The Savages, Mary and Max, Charlie Wilson’s War, Before the Devil Knows You’re Dead, Punch Drunk Love, The Ides of March, Synecdoche New York, Doubt, MI:3, Catching Fire, Along Came Polly – not all of those films were great but they were all significantly better off because of Philip Seymour Hoffman.
I don’t have much to say at this moment other than I’m absolutely devastated by the news. America has lost one of its greatest treasures. His presence made great films into classics, good films great, and terrible films watchable. I’m shattered that you left us all behind without a warning or even a goodbye so we could prep ourselves. But that’s life, right? We take it all for granted and then one day, poof… gone. Fragility is life’s modus operandi. The news stories will give you the details of his passing, from when to how to why, and will rundown his career from its beginnings to the Oscar to his last movie and upcoming projects to his wife and three kids. Yet, the only fact that matters here is that the world has lost a titan of cinema.
Rest in peace you brilliant, wonderful man. Thank you for your contribution to the world of cinema and thank you for the memories. I will cherish them forever. He was 46.