Minute to minute, one of the most repellent, mean-spirited gross-out comedies it’s ever been my squirmy displeasure to sit through.
Philip Seymour Hoffman has died, and many of us are reeling at the loss. He was 46. One of the finest actors of his generation, Hoffman had a vital career on stage and screen. From early in his career, his performances caught the eye of critics, who saw something astonishing. His eyes seemed to invite you, or perhaps insist that you look deep inside. It could be the sly glimmer of Lester Bangs in "Almost Famous", the pain and longing of Scotty J in "Boogie Nights" or the megalomania and hidden desperation of Lancaster Dodd in "The Master", but you always wanted to work out what was going on behind those eyes. Some of the writers at RogerEbert.com will be sharing their thoughts as the day goes on.
Rest in peace, Philip Seymour Hoffman.
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Scott Jordan Harris argues that disabled characters should not be played by able-bodied actors.
A reprint of an article by Greg Carpenter about the Confederate Flag.