Philip Seymour Hoffman: Trying to Hold Mercury
Huffington Post - about 3 years
This piece, I originally wrote for NoTofu.com, the online presence of the up-and-coming avant-garde print magazine, NO TOFU. It went live on NoTofu.com this morning. Here it is again, with a few small edits I added. Thank you to those who belong to or are connected to the LAByrinth Theater Company for participating in making this story happen.
If you came up in the New York theater in the 2000s, as I did, and cut your teeth in tiny, but respected off-Broadway houses, like the Rattlestick, the McGinn/Cazale, 2nd Stage, LaMama, you hoped, you prayed, to even approach the outskirts of the orbit of the planet-sized talent of Mr. Philip Seymour Hoffman. Already a disciple of his work, ever since seeing his heartbreakingly perverse, self-loathing performance as "Allen" in Todd Solondz' 1998 black comedy, Happiness, I subsequently attended his every film, to marvel at how he shape-shifted like mercury -- in roles such as Rusty, the dignified transvestite in Joel Schumacher's Flawless (1999)
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