I know everybody loves Philip Seymour Hoffman, and there are plenty of great movies and great scenes to remember in the wake of his death.
But when I think of him, I still just think of two things: his performance in Boogie Nights, which was unforgettable. And I think of this:
It’s not even his performance exactly, although his performance is, by many orders of magnitude, the best thing in a movie that could generously be described as stupid. It’s the sound editing. Every time the basketball hits the backboard, accompanied by that deliriously wonderful “Let it rain!”, I’m reminded of why the universe is wonderful.
So thanks, Philip Seymour Hoffman.
