He Died With a Falafel in His Hand
Okay, so I wish I could say that the title is mine, but sadly, it is not. It actually belongs to an incredible movie I saw the other night. It's an Australian made film and resembles what we in the U.S. would call an independent film.
The story follows a writer as he's trying to discover himself amongst the craziness of a dozen different roomates, all the while following his hopeful attempt to be published in Penthouse magazine.
Rating: 4 out of 5 (RED) stars