I have been known, on occasion, to be mildly critical of certain actors. I make no apology for this... I'm educated and experienced enough in the dramatic arts to have a view and to be able to back it up. That might not make me right every time, but it does give me some "authority".
Bob Hoskins has died and I have no criticism to make.
Bob had a long and pretty varied career, but the unifying feature of all his films is that they were all better pieces of work for having him in them. You'll all know him from one role or another... The Long Good Friday, Mona Lisa, maybe Hook or even . Take your pick, stick it on the player and relish the performance of a true natural. Others may have better and broader range, others still may have silkier skills and matinee-idol looks, but no actor of the modern age inhabits a character and makes it as real as Bob did.
If you haven't seen it, try and see Twenty-Four Seven, Shane Meadow's debut film in which Bob plays an amateur boxing coach pretty much to perfection.
And who can criticize a man who falls for Jessica Rabbit?
He was slated to be a last-minute replacement in the film The Untouchables if star Robert De Niro had not decided to play Al Capone. When De Niro took the part, director Brian De Palma mailed Hoskins a cheque for £20,000 with a "Thank You" note, which prompted Hoskins to call up De Palma and ask him if there were any more movies he didn't want him to be in.