So British actor Pete Postlethwaite died yesterday (technically 2 days ago), and for some reason it has really hit home with me. He’s a fantastic actor. Someone who was always turning up in movies and absolutely slaying it no matter how good the movie was. Take a movie like Dragonheart (for you Peedge) where he was absolutely in a class above the movie, and he was still really good in it, or something like The Town where he’s in the movie for probably less than six minutes. He’s just sort of a background prop for the entire movie until he has once scene and absolutely kills it. I mean just turns the whole thing on its head (and if you’ve seen the movie then you know what I’m talking about). I was just sitting there in the theater and it was like the movie paused and this guy did his thing and you could feel everyone in the audience feeling and thinking the same thing.

Very fine actor. Just a guy going in there and doing his job and a tremendous job every time. That’s the sort of thing I guess I like in actors. Maybe that’s an outsider looking in, desperately wanting to be in, or maybe if I ever do find myself on the other side of the glass, I’ll feel the same way.

I think the other reason is that he’s the same age as my father.

Goodnight M. Postlethwaite and thank you.