Danny Webster’s review published on Letterboxd:
Naturally I feel compelled to write something about Philip Seymour Hoffman, who as most people will know by now sadly passed away yesterday. Not only does he leave a remarkable collection of films that he worked on; but he leaves behind a family whose loss far exceeds the film communities.
Although I haven't seen the majority of his films; Hoffman was always one of those seemingly bit-part players who stole the show on more than one occasion; films like Boogie Nights , Almost Famous and Punch-Drunk Love and other films like Mission Impossible 3 and even Along Came Polly.
And then his bigger roles; most of which I honestly haven't watched; but no doubt they're excellent - how excellent, I will find out eventually. Films like The Master Capote and Synecdoche, New York.
All of these films offer only a small look into the humble genius and his work; his swearing-rants, or his outright hilarious one-liners; when I heard about Philip Seymour Hoffman's death, I immediately searched online hoping beyond hope that it was just a sick joke; one of those sick hoax's which float around the internet on occasion. And then the truth was confirmed and, well, I honestly had no idea what to say.
It hurt, because not only did Seymour Hoffman have HUGE talent, but as a personality, he was such an endearing, almost vulnerable man who seemed normal yet so extraordinary. He was an exceptionally talented actor, yet as a person, seemed so normal. He was a normal man, like any one of us, but with an artistic talent that was just so wonderful to watch.
I'm not sure what else to really write; but I honestly hope and wish Seymour Hoffman Rests in Peace; and if ever possible; wish all the best to his family.