Recently Jennifer Heart posted a comment on my Google+ post, Hoffman Heightens Hanks, linking to an old blog post where I expressed my appreciation for the work of the great actor Philip Seymour Hoffman, who died at 46 on February 2, 2014. I had also written another post elsewhere, now revised and updated here as my reply to Ms. Heart.
Philip Seymour Hoffman’s creativity was magical, his death horrible. Both were solely, distinctively his own, and both delivered with stunning effect.
When Pete Seeger died a week earlier at 94 on January 27, 2014, I felt deep gratitude for what he gave us. When Philip Seymour Hoffman, who masterfully fused his inflammatory soul with that of every character he played, died Sunday, February 2, at 46, I felt deep pain.
As he sailed away at the end of a great journey, to Seeger I waved g’bye. As he blew overboard to drown, for Hoffman I wanted to know why. It’s a futile question, so I just cried. This is a loss I feel too much, the world probably not enough. But I am as grateful for Hoffman as for Seeger. Continue reading “Hoffman Why?”