Philip Seymour Hoffman was one of those actors I always looked forward to seeing. He never faxed it in, and always took on different parts. You also believed he was that person up there, from "The Big Lebowski" to fourteen years later in "The Master," the last time I saw him on the big screen, you knew this person loved acting, was giving his all, and generously to the other players, even when they weren't onscreen with him. He also knew when to shrink himself: check out that slouch in "The Ides of March" with, cigarette in hand," he tells Ryan Gosling off at the end. Hoffman walks up, and we feel we'll see this guy around. I've actually never seen "Capote" (2005) for which he won the Oscar, and now feel compelled to see the one time he beat out everyone for the coveted trophy. We will miss him. He left his mark, and shared many things with us during his forty-six years of life.
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