Philip Seymour Hoffman (1967–2014) was an American actor, director,
and producer of film and theater. Best known for his character roles –
typically lowlifes, bullies, and misfits – Hoffman gained recognition
for his supporting work in films like Boogie Nights (1997), Happiness
(1998), and The Talented Mr. Ripley (1999). For his portrayal of the
author Truman Capote in Capote (2005), he won multiple accolades
including the Academy Award for Best Actor. Three more Oscar nominations
came for his performances in Charlie Wilson's War (2007), Doubt (2008),
and The Master (2012). While he mainly worked in independent films,
including The Savages (2007) and Synecdoche, New York (2008), Hoffman
also appeared in Hollywood blockbusters, such as Mission: Impossible III
(2006) and The Hunger Games (2013–2015). He was also an accomplished
theater actor and director: his performances in three Broadway plays all
led to Tony Award nominations. Hoffman died in February 2014, of
combined drug intoxication, at age 46. He is remembered for his
fearlessness in playing reprehensible characters, and for bringing depth
and humanity to such roles.
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Today's selected anniversaries:
Pope John XII crowned Otto the Great as Holy Roman Emperor, the
first in nearly 40 years.
An expedition to the New World led by Spanish conquistador
Pedro de Mendoza founded what is now Buenos Aires, Argentina.
The Mexican–American War ended with the signing of the Treaty
of Guadalupe Hidalgo, which gave 1.36 million square kilometres
(530,000 sq mi) of Mexican territory known as the Mexican Cession to
the United States in exchange for US$15 million.
World War II: The Soviet Red Army captured 91,000 tired and
starving German soldiers, ending the Battle of Stalingrad, one of the
bloodiest battles in human history.
President F.W. de Klerk declared the end of apartheid in South
Wiktionary's word of the day:
(transitive) To impose a fine on; to fine.
Wikiquote quote of the day:
On and on and on and on he strode, far out over the sands,
singing wildly to the sea, crying to greet the advent of the life that
had cried to him. Her image had passed into his soul for ever and no
word had broken the holy silence of his ecstasy. Her eyes had called him
and his soul had leaped at the call. To live, to err, to fall, to
triumph, to recreate life out of life! A wild angel had appeared to him,
the angel of mortal youth and beauty, an envoy from the fair courts of
life, to throw open before him in an instant of ecstasy the gates of all
the ways of error and glory. On and on and on and on!
--A Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man
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