He was amazing in The Master as Lancaster Dodd (L. Ron Hubbard) and should have won an Oscar for that role, and he was great as the antagonist in the third Mission: Impossible movie I can't believe that he's gone.

Uh... yeah. Drugs drive people to drug abuse. I'm all for reining in our paparazzo-celebrity culture, but to implicate the general public in any way for those two deaths is ludicrous.You've got to be kidding.This is really shocking news. The drug-overdose report isn't confirmed, but this does feel like Heath Ledger all over again. Why do we tolerate an entertainment industry that puts creative talent under so much stress that they're driven to drug abuse over and over again? We need to find a way to reform the system -- and maybe reform the way we in the audience treat and talk about actors, often forgetting that they're human beings with vulnerabilities of their own.
Uh... yeah. Drugs drive people to drug abuse. I'm all for reining in our paparazzo-celebrity culture, but to implicate the general public in any way for those two deaths is ludicrous.You've got to be kidding.This is really shocking news. The drug-overdose report isn't confirmed, but this does feel like Heath Ledger all over again. Why do we tolerate an entertainment industry that puts creative talent under so much stress that they're driven to drug abuse over and over again? We need to find a way to reform the system -- and maybe reform the way we in the audience treat and talk about actors, often forgetting that they're human beings with vulnerabilities of their own.
Drugs are an equal opportunity destroyer.
Robert Downey Jr. once did an interview saying he didn't stop doing drugs because he started hating them, he fucking loves them. He was doing the drugs because they work so well and only quick because he knew if he didn't he would end up dead.
But if you had never heard of the actor, it's possible he'd live a longer life without the fame and fortune and the vampiric celebrity machine and gossiping locusts that come along with it.
Er... you aren't "thirding" my remarks there. I'm very much willing to believe the paparazzo-celebrity culture inflicts real and serious harm on certain celebrities, especially such younger ones as your Biebers and Lohans, but I don't think that really applies in this case. I doubt Hoffman was being hounded every waking moment, and unable to have any degree of normal human interaction.Uh... yeah. Drugs drive people to drug abuse. I'm all for reining in our paparazzo-celebrity culture, but to implicate the general public in any way for those two deaths is ludicrous.
Thirded.
However well-meaning one may be, it's just as unwarranted, to hold people in the general public accountable for the private lives of celebrities, as it is delusional to believe that people in the general public could influence their private lives. The privilege of influencing celebrities' private lives belongs more to the people in personal contact with them.
They say the graveyards are full of indispensable men, and yet it’s hard not to see the death of Philip Seymour Hoffman as a disaster for motion pictures and for the art of screen acting. To look back on what this consummate American actor accomplished just in the last 15 years is to imagine what he might have done over the next 25 or 30 – except we can’t even have the satisfaction of imagining: Hoffman was always surprising us.
An unprepossessing boy-man caught between types, he started out not looking like anybody or like anything in particular. He turned that into an advantage, by showing he could play everything. His features were raw, his body almost uncouth, and yet he was capable of remarkable delicacy. A real artist, his center was impossible to locate because it was always different, and changing. He could be light or heavy, warm or cold.
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He understood flaws. He most certainly understood darkness, particularly the kind of darkness that could restructure itself as creativity. Think of him as the political fixer in “The Ides of March” or as the volatile government agent in “Charlie Wilson’s War.” One must assume this darkness was also within Hoffman himself and this disturbance was part of his gift. For sure, he often exuded a lack of ease in his own skin, a submerged self-hatred. Was this real? One sensed it was, though perhaps it was just the movies. In any case, the quality of his intelligence was major, and unmistakable.
But all this summing up is too easy – and inadequate. [...]
Despite my indicating agreement with what you'd said up to that point, I did not intend my additional words, made subsequently to yours, to be construed as a statement that you would necessarily agree with, so in case they're in order, apologies for not making it crystal clear that I was going on to make my own point.Er... you aren't "thirding" my remarks there. I'm very much willing to believe the paparazzo-celebrity culture inflicts real and serious harm on certain celebrities, especially such younger ones as your Biebers and Lohans, but I don't think that really applies in this case. I doubt Hoffman was being hounded every waking moment, and unable to have any degree of normal human interaction.Uh... yeah. Drugs drive people to drug abuse. I'm all for reining in our paparazzo-celebrity culture, but to implicate the general public in any way for those two deaths is ludicrous.
Thirded.
However well-meaning one may be, it's just as unwarranted, to hold people in the general public accountable for the private lives of celebrities, as it is delusional to believe that people in the general public could influence their private lives. The privilege of influencing celebrities' private lives belongs more to the people in personal contact with them.
Academy award winning actor Philip Seymour Hoffman played several real-life characters on the big screen: Truman Capote, Lester Bangs, Oakland Athletics coach Art Howe, and even a wayward CIBC clerk from Toronto.
Hoffman, who died yesterday of an apparent drug over dose, according to a preliminary police report, played Bay Street bank banker Dan Mahowny, a character based on real-life embezzler Brian Molony, in the 2003 movie Owning Mahowny.
Molony was a mild-mannered Canadian Imperial Bank of Commerce clerk with a voracious gambling habit. As part of his job, the chubby 26-year-old with distinctive thick-framed glasses was authorized to approve loans of up to $35,000, which he routinely issued to himself under fictitious names.
Using proceeds from some 93 fraudulent transactions, Molony would leave his Bay and Richmond office in a limousine, travel by private jet to Atlantic City, and routinely lose thousands at craps, baccarat, "almost anything" at the Caesar's Boardwalk Regency Hotel-Casino, one the largest gaming halls on the east coast.
In total, Molony embezzled more than $10 million, a crime which netted him six years in prison. Despite his high-profile downfall, he went on to marry his then-girlfriend, quit gambling, and return to work in the financial sector.
In 2003, Philip Seymour Hoffman was cast as a character based on Molony. The movie adaptation was one of film critic Roger Ebert's top ten films of the year.
Yes, that little throw away role in Twister he managed to turn into something special, something that you remembered. Same with the small part in Almost Famous and (smallish part in) Boogie Nights.Just gutted.He was good in everything he did, even silly films like Twister. One of the few actors of this generation who could really be called great.
Yes, that little throw away role in Twister he managed to turn into something special, something that you remembered. Same with the small part in Almost Famous and (smallish part in) Boogie Nights.Just gutted.He was good in everything he did, even silly films like Twister. One of the few actors of this generation who could really be called great.
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