By Andrew Blumetti
“Blumes, don’t you start Buzzfeed articling me!”
He died hard.
He Harry Pottered.
He Robin Hooded.
He Sensed and Sensibilityed.
He caused me to create fake words.
Renowned thespian of the Shakespearean theater, Alan Rickman has been tossing a shiny slick coating of refined Union Jacked-charm over the Hollywood sign for the past three decades of Earth time.
A wealth of colorful characters under his belt, often portraying a menacing villain with a touch of ironically unironic Eurotrash sophistication thrown in for good measure. Through and through, Rickman’s genuinely an actor’s actor– time-tested, well-respected, almost British to a glorious fault, and graced with a sharper, drier sense of humor than he’s often credited with.
“Those of you who are not aware of my brilliant career as a stand up comic, I’m not aware of it either so we might well wonder what we’re doing here.”