I just finished watching a very serious motion picture about a serial killer. It had graphic imagery, with a claustrophobic atmosphere, designed to make you feel like the victims that were involved. A True story too, no less.
After finishing it, like most very serious and overly uncomfortable movies, I tend to sink into a deep depression, by which nothing can ever really crawl out, just hope to maybe get a hand out of the hole, perhaps in the hopes that someone besides myself can come out of it.
After watching that movie, I was deeply uncomfortable, and I thought that life felt smaller and unpleasant, perhaps taking days, or a good week to smile with a sense of honesty again.
Then I watched Jim's story, a Tour De Force of cinema, a documentary that will join the likes of Fellini's Amacord, Bergman's The Seventh Seal, and the rare Criterion collection DVD's I made of Good Burger and Encino Man as one of the greatest motion pictures ever made.
Sir, Willem Dafoe would be proud to have movie pitches given to him from you. Thank God For Jim, indeed.
OT: That was quite funny, I very much enjoyed it, and the first part of the story was true about the serial killer movie, I'm glad I found something to make me laugh. Great video, Jim.