According to reports, director Tony Scott has committed suicide. My heart goes out to his family, friends and co-workers. The shock is understandable. The understanding of suicide is lacking.
Just because he had a life that many considered enviable with material wealth and professional prestige, doesn’t mean that he was untouched by despair. The spirit of suicide is a profoundly seductive one with a force that sometimes will not be denied, not by thoughts of family suffering or our hunger for the next project.
This is where I get off the fan boy train. The hopes and desires that we write onto the canvas of other people’s body of work has nothing to do with their actual lives. Very few who are writing actually knew Scott. The people who did need nothing other than our unqualified support.