On February 2nd, 2014, it was reported that Philip Seymour Hoffman was found dead of an apparent overdose in his New York apartment. The 47 year old actor and director has recently appeared in the previously reviewed movie Catching fire, which is why I chose to write this piece about him.
The announcement of his death was an obvious shock to people everywhere, myself included. Obviously, it’s a hard time for his family and friends who are dealing with something no one ever should have to.
Within hours of hearing about his death, I started to see a common post circulating on social medias. Fans of the Hunger Games franchise worrying about how much filming had happened regarding Hoffman’s character, Plutarch Heavansbee.
These posts were quickly met by anger from me that people would be so shallow as to downplay this man’s death because they were worried about a project he was included in, most of whom had never read the book so they had no idea just how important Heavansbee was.
These posts disgust me, plain and simple.
People are completely disregarding Hoffman’s death, and worrying more about a movie. Those characters are fictional, created by an author to entertain us both in a book and on the big screen.
We are so concerned with the entertainment of ourselves that we are ignoring that this man, who died way too soon, is gone.
We forget so easily that he was a son. He was a Father. He was a Brother. But most importantly, he was a human being who died too soon.
Nothing trumps that, and nothing should overshadow his death.
Rest in peace, Philip Seymour Hoffman.