I really shouldn't be making a post about losing another icon of the New Hollywood so soon, but life is truly unpredictable. Some people go beyond being a star or a superstar, some people get tangled with the identity of filmmaking and the identity of their era, and those people become icons. We lost Sydney Poitier, a truly magnificent actor and a truly wonderful icon. It's kind of a tragedy that his name is usually accompanied by the racial milestones he had to overcome, because beyond all of those he was a magnificent actor and his performances alone could bring his name to the stars; but it tells something of his prowess that he could break every barrier put in front of him and come out as a shining star. The amount of good performances by him is enough to make him immortal, and he shall remain immortal. Rest in peace Mr. Tibbs, rest in peace Dr. Prentice, rest in peace Homer Smith, rest in peace Sydney Poitier. You left a truly big mark . . . Thank you. #rip #sydneypoitier #intheheatofthenight #guesswhoscomingtodinner #liliesofthefield #theycallmemistertibbs #cinema #newhollywood https://www.instagram.com/p/CYb604Jtiky/?utm_medium=tumblr