Coraline Castell’s review published on Letterboxd:
A few hours ago, in this very January the 14th of 2016, Alan Rickman passed away at 69 years of age.
Do not mistake me for having just rewatched this movie, for I haven't. If there is one thing I cherish in the Letterbox community is the freedom of speech that seems to be granted on reviews. So, for lack of an even better medium (as if possible to ask for one) of expressing my deep sadness at this moment, I've taken a movie that meant a lot to him (and to me) as a means of a tribute (do not mistake me for being gifted at that either, as bellow I'm sure to prove).
I haven't watched many movies with Alan Rickman. Very few, in fact, when considering most of them had our dearest professor Snape in them. I remember reading about how Rowling had written the role thinking about him, and how he was possibly the only breathing thing aside from her that was entitled to know Snape's past before the last book, all in order to fully transmit that meaningful gaze he gives Harry on the first installment of the series.
The idea of knowing, only years later, that one gaze had a plethora of emotions behind it was enough to make me rewatch the first movie over and over again just to catch it.
"See, there it is!" I would say to whoever was watching the movie with me. "See how he's looking at Lily and not at Harry?" I would say it every single time — and I'll continue to do so.
Alan Rickman was a captivating man, with an adorable smile, high spirits and kindness even beyond the trials we know Snape himself had to go through. As an actor, he was, without question, one of the best and one of the most adored ones in the whole of the British Empire.
I feel an emptiness at his absence much similar to the emptiness I felt at Christopher Lee's departure. Both incredible man and actors, both whom I have had the pleasure to witness the grandeur from a tender age — be it through Harry Potter, Sweeney Todd, The Lord of The Rings or, one of my favorites, The Wicker Man.
Some people argue that it is not sensible to grieve the loss of people who aren't close to you. Some people say it's only fair to do so when we talk friends, family.
Those people could be right or wrong, but they are in no way aware of my watery eyes right now, for if they were, they would come to realize that some people we do not grieve for what they meant to us, but for what the world will undoubtedly lose upon their departure.
With Alan Rickman, it is not only a great actor that is being lost but a great smile, a great deal of tenderness, a never tiring positive attitude and a man that once upon a time (2011) made us say fiercely:
He will be dearly and undoubtedly missed.
Disclaimer: I'm in no way associated to the linked Tumblr or mean to offend anyone's deities or beliefs in any way. It was only mentioned to illustrate the deepness of the love this man has been able to conquer throughout the years. If I've caused offense in any way, I'm deeply sorry for doing so.
PS: This article is kind enough to point out some of his most memorable roles, and it is a recommended read for those like me who haven't had time, opportunity or knowledge to expand the Alan Rickman inside them.