Well said, Nick. ('Cept the Dick part.) I can understand where DL is coming from...but I much more agree with your take.
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My tuppence ha'penny worth...... Opinion may be overly strong whilst awaiting a big medical result this coming Wednesday, (fingers crossed its good news) ...., but I personally read the opinion as slightly more strong as it may normally be. (And I've never met him! )"...when Hibernian won the Scottish Cup final and that celebration, Sunshine on Leith? I don’t think there’s a better football celebration ever in the game.”
Sir Alex Ferguson
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I was meaning Desert Lions test results, Dan V."...when Hibernian won the Scottish Cup final and that celebration, Sunshine on Leith? I don’t think there’s a better football celebration ever in the game.”
Sir Alex Ferguson
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Re: Celebrity Death Thread
Originally posted by Nick Pappageorgio View PostI always though he'll was reserved for bad people, people who do bad things.....steal, murder, cheat people out of their life savings. Things that are morally irreprehensible. Jerry Sandusky is going to hell.....Casey Anthony is going to hell.
I don't even think being a self-righteous judgmental asshole is something I would damn you to hell for.
PSH has helped how many charities earn money for people who needed money....Red Cross, different disaster relief funds, aids. Man, what have you done to deserve to be master of all that is right? You have the right to your opinions....but you also have the right to keep them to yourself. You judge a person by the life they lived and the person who they were....not by some stupid standard that you would have done it differently or better.
Dick
I think I have done plenty in this world to have a right to voice my opinion as such. I wasn't stating it to be condemned nor accepted.Passenger on the Lions bandwagon since 1969.
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Re: Celebrity Death Thread
Originally posted by Dan V View PostGL with your health DL.Passenger on the Lions bandwagon since 1969.
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You and I were obviously raised quite differently......I was taught not to judge people until you walk a mile in their shoes and not to speak ill of the dead.
I don't see how you can throw out an opinion like that and not expect to be called anything but a dick. And to be as judgmental as that and claim I have a right to my opinions. It's quite hypocritical. So you have a right to think and live your way..........but not PSH.....he apparently only had the right to live your way as well.
You came to a public place to condemn someone who seemed like a good person (despite his personal demons) to "rot in hell". So I'm publicly telling you in this public place to STFU because you're acting like an asshole.
And if you want to think that I'm truly the one who's the dick in this situation (in your twisted version of reality).....thanx, your opinion means a lot, I know just what to do with it.
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Now you are just being an idiot. No where have I said he only had the right to live by my way. But take from it what you will. So good to see you now question how I was raised. Now it must be obviously only good enough to live life by your rules. Your judgement of someone who "seemed" like a good person, but someone you never met seems pretty hypocritical when you are judging me for something I wrote. Yes, I will STFU now, only because you think I am an asshole. Thanks, Dick for the life lesson.Passenger on the Lions bandwagon since 1969.
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Did you guys hear that PSH was apart of a "death hoax" earlier in the week? What kind of sick shit is thatF#*K OHIO!!!
You're not only an amazingly beautiful man, but you're the greatest football mind to ever exist. <-- Jeffy Shittypants actually posted this. I knew he was in love with me.
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Philip Seymour Hoffman's Final Secret
The cost of holding up a mirror to those who could barely stand to look at themselves
By Tom Junod on February 2, 2014
I had two contradictory but complementary responses to the news that Philip Seymour Hoffman had died of a drug overdose at the suddenly tender age of 46 ? two responses, that is, beyond how terrible and damn, he was great.
The first was that there was no way Hoffman had died with a syringe still in his arm ? no way that an actor who brought such finicky dignity to his portrayal of the most desperate characters had permitted himself to die so ruthlessly unmasked.
The second was that of course he had died in such a sordid manner ? how else was Philip Seymour Hoffman supposed to die? There was no actor, in our time, who more ably suggested that each of us is the sum of our secrets?no actor who better let us know what he knew, which is that when each of us returns alone to our room, all bets are off. He used his approachability to play people who are unacceptable, especially to themselves; indeed, his whole career might be construed as a pre-emptive plea for forgiveness to those with the unfortunate job of cleaning up what he ? and we ? might leave behind. The only way that Philip Seymour Hoffman could have died in a manner more consistent with the characters he created would have been if he had died by auto-erotic asphyxiation.
And in the extermity of these two responses was, I think, the essence of Hoffman?s art.
He often played creeps, but he rarely played them creepily. His metier was human loneliness ? the terrible uncinematic kind that has very little to do with high-noon heroism and everything to do with everyday empathy ? 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. He played frauds who knew they were frauds, schemers who knew they were schemers, closeted men who could only groan with frustrated love, heavy breathers dignified by impeccable manners, and angels who could withstand the worst that life could hand out because they seemed to know the worst was just the beginning. And what united all his roles was the stoic calm he brought to them, the stately concentration that assured us that no matter whom Philip Seymour Hoffman played, Philip Seymour Hoffman himself was protected.
That?s what I thought, anyway ? in reading the early reports of his death, I was surprised that he?d battled the demon of addiction, because I?d always confused Hoffman?s mastery with detachment, and assumed that he had lived by Flaubert?s charge to live an orderly life so that he could be violent and original in his work. But I shouldn?t have been surprised, and ? here?s that contradictory and complementary response again ? I wasn?t. I?d never met Philip Seymour Hoffman, never knew anyone who knew him, never even read a passably revealing magazine profile of him. All I really knew was that he was a character actor who came as close to being a movie star as character actors ever get, and that he played the lead in more Hollywood movies than any other portly, freckly, gingery man in human history. And that, in its way, is all I, or anyone else, needs to know.
We live in the golden age of character actors ? in an age when actors who have done their time in character roles are frequently asked to carry dark movies and complicated television dramas. The line between character actors and movie stars is being erased ? in art, anyway, if not in life. In life, it?s different, because the ?movie star? remains not just the product of looks and charm, but also a kind of social construct, with very distinct social obligations. Character actors like Philip Seymour Hoffman and James Gandolfini have found themselves getting more and more leading roles because they are permitted to behave onscreen in ways that George Clooney and Matt Damon never could. But the same permission extends offscreen, and that?s where we see the cost; indeed, we pay to look at men who look like us only when they convince us that that they live in psychic spaces that we could never endure?unless, of course, we happen to be enduring them.
Would Matt Damon ever be found dead, with a syringe still hanging from his arm? Would George Clooney essentially eat himself to death? No, for the simple fact they both have way too much to lose. But neither would they permit themselves to be weepily jerked off by Amy Adams, as Philip Seymour Hoffman was, in The Master, or to crawl as far into his own dead eyes as James Gandolfini regularly did in The Sopranos. The great character actors are now the actors whose work has the element of ritual sacrifice once claimed by the DeNiros of the world, as well as the element of danger? the actors who thrill us by going for broke. It should be no surprise when, occasionally, they break, or turn out to be broken. RIP.
Read more: Philip Seymour Hoffman's Final Secret - Esquire
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Wow, just really sucks. 3 kids he's leaving behind too.
So many great roles. One I didn't see mentioned above is Owning Mahowny. Check it out if you've never seen it, although it's addiction theme may be difficult to watch given how he died.
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