Three Burials and a Poster
In a word: fantastic. If it's in your town, run, don't walk, and go see this film. (Unless the theater isn't within running distance and then you'll have to drive at a safe speed so as not to get a ticket.)
Actor Julio Cesar Cedillo (the title character, i.e. the dead guy) attended the screening and was gracious and kind in answering questions.
What's Tommy like? (Generous and ornery.)
How'd you get the role? (Auditioned, was the first and only person seen. Tommy said, "It's great to see the character come to life." and hired him on the spot.)
What was it like to see yourself decaying on film? (He felt sorry for the three dummies, crew called him the fourth dummy. When he saw one doll slumped over in a chair on the set, he straightened him upright. So he could breathe, perhaps? Ew.)
Anyway, the best part, other than the amazing movie and the brush with fame:
I won a poster!
Actually, my husband did. They did a silly trivia game for prizes, and I leaned over to my husband and whispered, a la Holly Hunter in Raising Arizona, "I want you to get me one of them posters, Kern."
So my man stood up, and shouted out an answer in front of the packed audience. Of course, in the heat of the moment it was the, ahem, wrong answer. Still, Julio felt sorry for our desperateness and gave us one anyway.
He signed it and it reads: "To Kern & Britta, Si Empre Amigos!" Which I'm told means "Friends Always."
Us, too, Julio. Us, too.