Just read -
a week after the fact - a heartfelt tribute to Philip Seymour Hoffman in Time
magazine. It's written by his friend & fellow addict, the screenwriter
Aaron Sorkin. It's down to earth & sincere & made me feel marginally
better. A Late Quartet finally got to Denmark & I had
just seen it when I heard the news. (My favorite remains Almost Famous. "Of course I'm home on Saturday night. I'm not
cool.") Sorkin quotes Philip Seymour in one of those eerily astute
statements that turn out to predict exactly what happens.
"If
one of us dies of an overdose, probably 10 people who were about to
won't."
Doubtless
absolutely right. My daughter - who was also a big fan like me - summed it up
well & directly: "What a dickhead." Yep - that he was. Even so, I
wish Philip Seymour hadn't & the other 10 had. Truly unfair thought & I
know it, but I also know I am not alone. Okay, 'thought' is probably the wrong
word; it's something more basic, something we all feel sometimes. My further
thoughts on this sort of thinking are the subject of the next blog.
Dang, Philip
Seymour! I would have liked to see your King Lear.
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