This is a horrible day. One of the best actors of the last two decades, Phillip Seymour Hoffman, was found dead in his apartment today, apparently overdosing on heroin. Police claim that they entered the apartment ad found him in his bathroom with a needle in his arm. Sources say the actor used heroin frequently. That is the story so far. I’ve dealt with heroin over the years. Friends and family members of mine have had run ins with it and it’s a drug that should be banished from existence. I am shocked to learn that he had a problem with it but he was a person after all and people have vices and problems regardless of their social status. That’s all I’ll say on the way he died until more details come out.
For now I’m going to take a little time and remember one of my favorite character actors of all time. I can remember the first couple of films I’ve seen him act in. Patch Adams was a film that disappointed me greatly but it did show how creepy the man could be, a trait that would carry over in films like Mission Impossible: 3 and Happiness. He had comedy traits that he showcased in films such as Twister, Along Came Polly, Punch Drunk Love, and The Big Lebowski. However, the films in which he most certainly will be remember for were his award nominated roles in The Master and Capote, in which he actually took the gold statue home for the latter. Those films, as well as his whole filmography are evidence of what a talented actor he was. His presence on the screen is going to be missed for a long time.
He leaves three children and may saddened fans and family members. Rest in peace.