Super Bowl Sunday was dampened in spirit by the early morning reports of the death of this generation’s greatest actor, Philip Seymour Hoffman. Whether you enjoyed him in “Capote,” “Charlie Wilson’s War,” “Mission: Impossible, III” or a slew of other films, it is a notable loss of another great artist to drug use.
Hoffman, the stage and screen genius, died of a heroin overdose, the same drug that escorted jazz innovator Charlie Parker to an early death, killed rockers Janis Joplin and Dee Dee Ramone, and ended the life of young actor River Phoenix.
Like everyone, I thought, “What a waste,” as I contemplated this man just five months younger than myself, an artist on top of the acting world, winner of the highest awards and accolades, owner of a healthy estate, and father of three young children. What makes people who seem to have everything tempt death by inching up to the line with substances they know to be fatal?