I am so sad about Phillip Seymour Hoffman. And I am sad about the statements people are
making. My friend Michael McCarthy
wrote, “PSH died of a disease.” I was glad to see that. Heroin cannot be easy
to just shake off. Hell, I'm still
working on sugar. I realize that putting
a needle in your arm is not a good move, but I just don’t know what the
circumstances were. My only thought is
that you do that because your life isn’t working. One thing that always strikes me is that fame
seems almost like a trauma. As wonderful
as it must be to doing what you love and to be honored for it, there is
something very bizarre in our society that we give so much attention to
performers and athletes. Not to mention
money. To me fame is like having
children. Nobody gives you a manual
before it happens. Everybody just wings
it. Michael also wrote, “It's slightly amusing for some people in my line of work to
have to fathom the distant, foreign concept that even an Academy award... might
not make it all better.”
I pretty much loved everything I have
seen PSH in. I loved him in "Boogie
Nights". He was awkward and uncomfortable
and perfect in it. He was as good in
small parts as he was in the big ones. I
loved "Capote"and I loved him in "Doubt". I
liked him in "Joey Breaker" as Joey’s assistant.
Joey is a workaholic talent agent in New York. For some reason, even that small part had me
watching him closely and always relating to whatever character he was
playing. Playing them so “human”, for
lack of a better word. I have missed
quite a bit of his work lately but will catch up soon.
I am sorry for his children and losing
their dad. And frankly, sorry he won’t
be performing anymore.
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