It’s fucked-up that he had to die for it.
If you haven’t seen Van Gogh’s short film yet, check it out. It’s not *quite* work safe – there’s some suggestive imagery, and I think you may be able to see some nipples through the black mesh. In any case, I just minimized the screen when it got a little racy (I am, of course, at work), listened to the dialogue, and then maximized it again after a few moments.
In any event, it’s my kind of movie.
I really should be writing.