There’s a lot of his filmography I have yet to see (I haven’t actually seen Charlie Wilson’s War), and I’ll never see him onstage–he recently played a much-acclaimed Willy Loman–but I will miss him. As versatile as he was, he was second to none at playing a very specific type of priggish pig, whether pathetic (as in The Big Lebowski) or pompous (as in The Master). He had just added a franchise to his resume with The Hunger Games: Catching Fire, and apparently he did film most of his scenes in Mockingjay prior to his death, so we’ll at least have one last performance to treasure. But there was so much more he had in store: he was set to direct a film called Ezekiel Moss (http://www.comingsoon.net/news/movienews.php?id=114275), he had collaborated five times with Paul Thomas Anderson and would likely have done so again, and, saddest of all, he had three young children and a long-time partner, Mimi O’Donnell.
He was a truly distinctive actor, one you could count on–and since his film work still lives, you still can–to offer the pleasures that only a great personality can: his droll, nasal voice, his sheepish smile, and his stature, which could by turns be menacing, imposing, or pathetic. I say no more–his accomplishments speak for themselves.