Here we go again. It seems to be a week of watching shining lights dash into the heavens.
Alan Rickman was, to me, a quintessential actor, capable of casting his talent like a magical net upon the story waters. He was a gem, often delightfully deliciously devious or melancholic in his roles. He could pull you into the core of a story, often with such subtlety, that you didn’t know it had happened till the end when you popped out through that looking glass and realized you’d been taken on one hell of a ride. You couldn’t help but love him. His knowledge of his craft shone brightly in everything he did.
There are certain roles, certain films, one simply cannot picture without him. And so it goes to say, he will be sorely missed.
Rest easy, Alan, and enjoy those stars. And thank you, thank you, thank you!