Philip Seymour Hoffman was found dead in his Manhattan apartment this morning, reportedly from a heroin overdose. To say our hearts are broken is an understatement, but this isn’t about us.
It’s true that Philip was our Plutarch Heavensbee, a part of The Hunger Games family. But The Hunger Games doesn’t have sole ownership over him. Career-wise, this man was a master thespian. If you haven’t acquainted yourself with films like The Big Lebowski, Capote, Doubt, and The Master, do yourself a favor and go watch them. The man knew how to embrace a character and captivate an audience. It’s imperative to remember that he was also much more than what theatrical audiences and fans think. He was also a husband, a father of three young children, and a friend to many others.
The immediate reaction we’re seeing from a surprising amount of fans is “Oh noes! What does this mean for the Mockingjay movies?!” Maybe it’s because the moment is still raw but seriously… How dare you?
Yes, there are surely decisions to be made and statements to be released, but they don’t matter. Films can be edited, rescripted, and reshot. Real life cannot. And what’s happened here is very, very real.
We’re not going to go on about addiction and who’s to blame for it, nor are we going to talk about angels or the unpredictability of our short, messy lives. We’re especially not analyzing The Hunger Games series or Plutarch. Right now, we’re just doing one of the things that made Philip Seymour Hoffman so good at his job: feeling. Grief. Sympathy. Appreciation. All of it.
The Girl With The Pearl