RIP brilliant amazing wonderful Philip Seymour Hoffman. He was in so many incredible films over the years, I never got enough of him on screen, and this past Sundance he was in two of my favorites, Anton Corbijn’s A Most Wanted Man and John Slattery’s God’s Pocket. Hearing of the way he died just broke my heart into a million pieces. Why is it that the reason someone is a brilliant artist and feels so much of the world around them is also the same reason they are left to deal with pain that forces them to not want to feel anything at all? It is such a cruel twist of the fabric. RIP.
