Real quick. Can someone please tell me what it takes to be an award-winning actor? Preparation? A willingness to lose oneself entirely in a character? Sure. I've got a third one. How about not being a rotting, maggot-filled corpse? I remember winning the Oscar for Capote and being praised for my complete transformation into the narcissistic, depressed Truman Capote. But I was the first to point out, I couldn't have done it had I not stayed alive.
Let's compare two of the leading candidates for best supporting actor in this year's Golden Globes:
Phillip Seymour Hoffman (me): A gripping command of the subtleties of mood , vacillating between villain and hero, causing DOUBT with every turn of the brow.
Heath Ledger: Dead