Tonight I'll be queuing up Truly, Madly, Deeply and Sense and Sensibility to remember his compelling sensuality, and Dogma to remember his playful wit (and Die Hard to remember his sinister wit). Were there more hours in the day, I would dive into the depths of Severus Snape, the most complex character ever to climb out of a children's book and take form right before our eyes.
My appreciation for Alan Rickman and his work—two very deep, personal, and separate appreciations, as it were—began when I was 10 years old and I first saw him on screen as the tortured and in love Colonel Brandon. Reminiscent of my feelings for the stoic, gruff, sexy, and deeply talented Humphrey Bogart, Alan was the most compelling living actor I'd ever witnessed. My love for him only grew, and my appreciation for his work became widespread as I experienced the range of talent he possessed. No actor on stage or screen was as eloquent, as commanding... as humble.
On this day, on the day of his passing, I remember him with tear-soaked eyes and a twinge of denial. I'll miss him greatly. The world is an emptier place.
"Acting touches nerves you have absolutely no control over."—Alan Rickman, RIP
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