It was Groundhog Day, 2014. An obligatory Winter storm front was moving East, and actor Philip Seymour Hoffman lay dead on a bathroom floor with a needle in his arm. A saddened friend texted: "why does this always have to happen to the good ones?" I had recently written a post about Heath Ledger rightfully deserving Best Actor for Brokeback Mountain (2005) the year Hoffman won for Capote. There was another film based on Truman Capote's famous writing of In Cold Blood (first published in 1966) starring British actor Toby Jones (Infamous, 2006). It was an inferior production compared to the Hoffman vehicle, but Jones was born to play Capote. If I had to say Hoffman was born to play one particular film role, it was one we hadn't yet seen. Which is the biggest tragedy of all.
|Paul Thomas Anderson's The Master|
|Philip Seymour Hoffman (1967 - 2014)|
We still have the stylish John le Carré-based spy flick A Man Most Wanted (2014) from music video director turned feature helmer Anton Corbijn to look forward to, and perhaps a posthumous Oscar nod in the process. I have yet to see A Late Quartet (2012) or Hoffman's sole directorial effort Jack Goes Boating (2010). To be honest, I kind of want to save them for a rainy, Saturday afternoon. Don't ask me why. I guess I'm just sentimental like that.
So long, Master.