Actor's Retrospective, Almost Famous, Before the Devil Knows You're Dead, Bennett Miller, Boogie Nights, Cameron Crowe, George Clooney, Hard Eight, Magnolia, Moneyball, Paul Thomas Anderson, Philip Seymour Hoffman, Punch-Drunk Love, Sidney Lumet, The Big Lebowski, The Coen Brothers, The Ides of March
For my friends Joe & Josh, and also Philip, though I never knew you
On Sunday morning, I woke worrying about several issues in my own life, primarily those dealing with my immediate and near future goals as an actor, artist, and post-graduate. I decided to take my mind off things by scrolling through facebook, checking my email, and visiting my favorite websites (pertaining to film, of course). Shortly after I began rummaging through the internet, my phone went off. One of my best friends had just texted me that the Wall Street Journal was reporting that police had found the body of Philip Seymour Hoffman. In a state of shock, I immediately scrambled to find the article online, and saw that, so far, the Wall Street Journal was the only media outlet reporting said find. I then texted my friend back, expressing that I hoped it wasn’t true, that it was maybe just a hoax. We continued to text back and forth until there’s was no denying it any longer, it had exploded everywhere, and to add to the punch, facebook listed the topic as trending on my home page. I didn’t know how to respond. It had all happened so fast. Everyone was posting their feelings left and right, but the words weren’t coming to me. I was just sitting there watching it play out in front of me. He was a performer and artist I deeply respected and admired, a man of limitless and effortless talent, and now he was gone. My worries from earlier seemed meaningless.