RIP Philip Seymour Hoffman

I initially intended to use this post to discuss the end of January meaning the end of my Godard series on feminism. I was going to go over how February will consist of a new series focusing on black films by black directors. However, all of that seems trivial with the news of actor Philip Seymour Hoffman’s death. At age 46, one of the greatest actors of our time has passed in a tragic, unexpected moment. My introduction to Hoffman came when I saw Todd Solondz’s dark character study, Happiness. In it Hoffman plays Allen, an unstable neighbor of a main character who shows his attraction by making obscene phone calls to her throughout the film. I was repulsed and intrigued by his character as I was able to laugh at his ridiculous nature but also feel a sense of empathy from Hoffman’s portrayal. My appreciation of his skills was only matured as time passed and I watched more of his portrayals like the sensitive, love struck Scottie in Boogie Nights and the drug addled conniving Andy in Before the Devil Knows You’re Dead. 

Throughout the years Hoffman has continually impressed me and viewers the world over with his mounting body of work that showcased his clever ability to harness emotions head on and through slight subtleties. Just glancing through his filmography is a tragic reminder of what we as watchers and fans of cinema has lost. Word’s can’t describe the sorrow and pure devastation I feel at Hoffman’s death. He will be missed tremendously, but will live on through the great roles he’s embodied and the charming persona he left behind. Rest in Peace Philip Seymour Hoffman.