Another one of the masters gone.
Bob Hoskins was that damned good that many of us will not miss him as we should, for the remarkable talent with which he was blessed. The one he shared with us.
We don’t think of him as an actor.
We see his face and think of him as one of our old next-door neighbors, or the guy who used to read our meters, or the guy who sold us a suit, or the bus driver we rode with every day.
Like a Cockney Gandolfini.
He made it look so easy, so natural we just think of him as one of us.
Well, matey … see you on the other side.
Please forgive me, sir, if I mistake you for my mailman.