Bummer. Total bummer on the talented actor front. Philip Seymour Hoffman was found dead in his apartment today, the gnarly cinematic force a mere forty-six.
Here’s the trailer for Catching Fire, which is the movie that is most guaranteed to make three-gillion dollars this holiday season. I’ll be there! Not just because I love Jenny Lawrence more than I love coating myself in peanut butter and asphyxiating myself to reruns of Ren and Stimpy. No, no. I also dig the source material. I mean, teaching adolescents rebellion and anarchy? I’ll take it.
Wondering like me how you’re going to make sense of a post-Dark Knight Rises world? Hang your hat on the fact that this Fall this son of a bitch awaits us.
Chhhhhhhhhhhhhhrist (or is it Xenu?), I can’t wait for this flick. Here’s the second tense-as-fuck trailer for The Master.
Am I being too mean when I say that despite liking him as an actor, I’ve always gotten the vibe that Philip Seymour Hoffman needs to get the fuck over himself? For that reason I can’t see him taking this role. It’s a frannnnnnnnnnnnnchise.