Philip Seymour Hoffman has died, most likely from a drug overdose. Maybe it wasn't even a typical overdose, as there are reports of spiked, ultra-potent heroin making the rounds. All speculation and rumor as far as I know. I don't research shit.
I can't say I'm shocked by his passing. Disappointed, definitely. He was a very talented actor and, according to many, a nice guy. He never said anything mean to me.
But no, not shocked.
I've been watching Philip Seymour Hoffman's movies for, what, twenty years now? And in that time he's aged forty. The man was candid about addiction, and for the past several years, in spite of the makeup teams of many major studios, he's looked like he already had one foot in the ground. His was the face of a man aggressively abusing his own health.
Like Heath Ledger before him, he didn't deserve to die. And we didn't deserve to lose him. But it is what it is, and there's no bringing him back.
That is, until Lionsgate decides to resurrect him digitally for the next two Hunger Games films! Yay, movies!
Or maybe they could just replace him with Don Cheadle.
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