I had just been watching A Knight's Tale over the weekend, and I kept thinking he had so much more ahead of him in his career. After all, he was playing the Joker in The Dark Knight, and he did seem to choose some interesting projects and had worked with some really good directors, from Nolan and Ang Lee to Lasse Hallstrom and Terry Gilliam.
And I remember the first movie I saw him in, this little piece of Australian action noir called Two Hands, which he faced off against a crime boss played by Bryan Brown. And I saw him develop as an actor over the years, and I had hoped that he was going to become one of the great actors of his generation, especially after the last new movie I saw him in Candy, in which he played ironically enough, a heroin-addicted poet alongside Abbie Cornish, as the police are saying that drugs seem to have play a part in his death.
I know that with his death, The Dark Knight is going to become one of those iconic movies, like The Crow was for the posthumous Brandon Lee. There are some people whose deaths shock you, and this is one of those for me.
I'm not good at future planning. I don't plan at all. I don't know what I'm doing tomorrow. I don't have a day planner and I don't have a diary. I completely live in the now, not in the past, not in the future.
Sad days indeed.
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