Searching For Sugar Man
Watched this rock doc about a guy named Rodriguez the other night. It's been out for a minute, you've probably even seen it—I apologize for my tardiness on this matter.
Anyhow, it's totes compelling! A movie about a different time—when a fellow could weave this strange poetic music that no one ends up listening to, but like a little lost gull, one of his records could find its way across the ocean to a foreign land and make him famous there (the prophet to a social revolution, in fact!). And he'd never, ever know about it, you see? He'd just humbly live out his days in the crumbling city of Detroit—breaking his back smashing bricks and mowing other people's lawns.
Although it isn't the point of the movie, I like thinking about this time—back when mysteries still existed.