One of my former co-worker's desktop background was simply a yellow and green-striped racing helmet, which I never understood nor frankly even cared to ask about. I realize now it was Ayrton Senna's, the subject of this emotionally gripping documentary, replete with a story arc that may as well have been scripted. It's well paced and weaves interview, personal, and surprisingly high-quality race footage together. The end, even though you know it's coming, is heavy stuff.
I always appreciate a film like this that can breathe a little life into something I'd otherwise probably never care about at all (Formula 1). I definitely recommend it.
Get you some of that sweet, sweet mugwump jism. A royally fucked up mashup of William Burroughs' life (of whom I knew nothing about before watching this, and evidently he really did shoot his wife in the head playing "William Tell") and his apparently even more fucked-up book of the same name. Very Videodrome-esque (same director). Very fucked up. Worth it for me just to learn about Burroughs and some of the other crazy shit that's happened to him and others in his circle of the time. Not so sure it'd be worth it for anyone else for any other reason.