I was preparing lunch when my housemate came home and mumbled something that I didn’t make out right away. Then the sentence connected and it said: Alan Rickman… dead.
That had to be hoax. It couldn’t be true. It mustn’t.
I had my laptop right in front of me and was able to confirm the news within seconds. Cancer.
Not another one.
Where I appreciated Bowie’s talent and creativity, I truly loved Rickman as an actor. Somehow I always liked him, even when he played the bad guys (or the really complicated people, as he called them). That’s how I first got to know him anyway. Only later I came to appreciate the width and breadth of his scope and talent.
He’s the reason I loved to watch Severus Snape in the Harry Potter movies be so scathing towards anyone around him. When his true motives came to light I forgave Snape, like many others did, despite the fact that he was more vindictive than he needed to be.
But I may not have liked Snape half as much, if he hadn’t been portrayed by the inimitable Alan Rickman.
His untimely death devastates me as much as Robin Williams’ or Philip Seymour Hoffman’s. I will never be able to watch any of his (their) movies again without feeling the loss.
And how I wish he could have grown to be 80 years old, still reading Harry Potter “after all this time” and telling people “always“. Whilst the quote is not actually his, I’d still wish he’d have grown to be 80 years old.