What kind of fuckery is this?

First Brad Renfro, now poor Heath Ledger. Talented actors just seem to have more demons than sucky ones (although Ledger's family believes his overdose was accidental--hopefully, that's the case). After Ten Things I Hate About You and A Knight's Tale, I dismissed Heath Ledger as another teenybopper pretty boy, but I had a change of heart after catching him in Monster's Ball. His performance was the only thing worthwhile about that overpraised turd of a movie. (Halle "Check Out My Tits!" Berry won an Oscar for that crap, and yet Heath was completely robbed of his Oscar a few years later...he SO should have won Best Actor for Brokeback Mountain!) Anyhow, it's depressing. I haven't been this shook up about an actor's death since River Phoenix in 1993.

R.I.P., Heath. You will be missed.