The most insightful article I came across regarding the painful death of Philip Seymour Hoffman, one of the greatest actors of our time. A subtle point I could never make, it strikes to the core of his tragic brilliance.
"He often played creeps, but he rarely played them creepily. His metier was human loneliness (…) and the necessary curse of human self-knowledge. He held up a mirror to those who could barely stand to look at themselves and invited us not only to take a peek but to see someone we recognized."