Why can't we let Philip Seymour Hoffman rest in peace?
The death of actor Philip Seymour Hoffman (above) has triggered two public conversations.
One sees film fans arguing about when he was most brilliant – in his nuanced, Oscar-nominated turn as Truman Capote, as the lonely, soft-handed cancer nurse in Magnolia or as a sinister smirking snob in The Talented Mr Ripley.
The other debate has been on how many bags of heroin he had in his flat, how honest his claims of having been on the wagon were, and whether we should withhold some sympathy for a master of his own downfall.
On the first, I'd say Magnolia.
For the second, I'd say shame on you.