I like Heath Ledger. From the very first movie of his that I watched (10 Things I Hate About You) and up to the top-rated ones that followed — The Patriot, Four Feathers, A Knight’s Tale. I didn’t watch Brokeback Mountain, and I have yet to watch Dark Knight. Yes, I must see Dark Knight.
That is why this morning, when I turned on my computer and saw on Yahoo News! an article about the feds dropping his case, I couldn’t help but open and read it.
I felt sad when I first heard the news earlier this year about his death. I couldn’t believe it. My initial reaction was “it may just be a rumor”. So I immediately surfed the net about it. But to my dismay, it was real. What disheartened me more was the fact that he died from accidental drug overdose. And it wasn’t that he was taking illegal drugs or took more than the limit, it was the combination of six prescription drugs — painkillers, sleeping pills and anti-anxiety medications — that caused his fatality.
And to this day, whenever I hear about him or see photos of him, I feel wistful about his potential of what he could have been as an actor.