

Phillip Seymour Hoffman, for me, always felt like a guy who’d always been there. I’m not sure if he had ever had that “BOOM: I’M HERE!” type of introduction to an audience that maybe Jennifer Lawrence, Ryan Gosling or Edward Norton had when they first appeared on screen. I think I may have seen him while watching one of my favorites, Paul Newman in NOBODY’S FOOL. All I remembered is “that cop that got punched is really good in this role” I remember looking at him, in scenes with Paul Newman, which, normally, when Paul Newman is doing Paul Newman-y things, all eyes are on him. Then I think we had a more of a grand introduction to him later in BOOGIE NIGHTS, which, any way you look at it, is a film with such a deep bench, everyone in that film have been huge scene stealers in other films, Don Cheadle, William H Macy, Julianne Moore, John C Reilly, I mean this cast goes on for days. What stood out to me in Boogie Nights (aside from those roller skates) is that uncomfortably heartbreaking scene where Phillip Seymour Hoffman, as Scotty J, put his heart on his sleeve to Marky…er MARK Wahlberg and ends up crying in his car, “I’m a f—kin idiot, I’m a f—kin idiot”. In a wonderful film filled with scene stealers… it’s that scene that I remember. We’ve all been there, we’ve all put our heart out there only to end up having it broken. For one moment, here was a character we could identify with. That’s what, after losing Phillip Seymour Hoffman just a few days ago, that I’ll chose to remember. The way he’d create these characters. He made them human, even his “bad guy” roles, they were never “I will take over the world MUH HAHAHAHAHAHAH” they always had some loneliness, anger or humanity to them. He was a great storyteller. He was a real treat to watch perform. That’s what I’ll miss.
When I started out in this business, I bumbled around aimlessly in New York, from audition to audition, the people taking a chance on me for TV and film were few and far between, so the majority of my New York City days were for commercials, and I was doing pretty badly at them. It may have been something like 18 months of just failing, daily, showing up at these amazing casting places, with all these actors I’d seen in other commercials and soap operas, and when it gets desperate you start to get into that mindset “man I NEED to book this BOB’S BIG BOY commercial I WILL DO ANYTHING TO BOOK THIS BOB’S BIG BOY COMMERCIAL” among all of that endless failing, desperation and being broke (seriously friends, if that McDonalds’ DOLLAR MENU didn’t exist, I would have never eaten). Among all of these fancy studios and waiting rooms, there was one common thing. These amazing theater posters. In LA they have these rooms, but they’re all like autographed “DEAR JOHN, YOURE THE BEST. YOUR BUDDY, TOM CRUISE” pictures and movie posters. What makes New York special is all these playbills, these theater posters, and it felt like, on all these walls in all of these studios where I was continuously failing in, there was always that familiar face. “Hey there’s that guy from BOOGIE NIGHTS again, I didn’t realize he did THIS much Broadway” that almost became a routine for me in those very lean days “Show up, sign in, get my lines, wait, look for theater poster of Phillip Seymour Hoffman, suck at audition by not saying “SHOP AT SHOPRITE!” well/cute enough, dig dollar out of pocket, go to McDonald’s”. It was around that time, looking at these posters where I thought to myself “look, Martin Scorcese isn’t calling, the BOBS BIG BOY people aren’t calling, NO ONE is calling, these theater posters look great, I’m going to go do a play and at least try and look cool on a poster”. The next few weeks, I wrote 2 stage plays one called “the Wrong Fortune Cookie” another called “100 Kings”. These happened because of those Phillip Seymour Hoffman posters…those amazing looking Broadway playbills and posters these casting directors put on the walls. “The Wrong Fortune Cookie” never made it to stage, however it became the first film I ever directed, and “100 Kings” was about 100 struggling Elvis impersonators. Believe it or not, that one never became anything.
Over the years, when in New York, I still do that, I look at all the posters, I look at the actors, I see what they’re doing. I get inspired by all of that, that work, the way where someone, like Phillip Seymour Hoffman, no matter how famous or rich that they got, no matter how many Academy Award Nominations they got, there he was, off broadway, fine tuning his craft in some little stage play or show. His presence on those walls, it encouraged me to always keep my head up, to never get comfortable with my own successes, to always keep fine tuning and working on this craft. It was always a nice reassurance to know, no matter where I was in the city, there were always these posters looking down at me, just encouraging me to go do the best I can, and maybe if I worked hard enough and did well enough, I’d get to be up there on that wall with them.
So with all the tributes, with all articles and whatever articles about whatever demons PSH may have been facing, I’m sure we’ll all remember him in different ways for different things. I’ll just remember him as a friendly face on the walls during those really tough days. He’ll be missed. But those films, those performances and those theater posters, they’ll be around encouraging us, inspiring us and entertaining us for a long long time.