Ali Nasser was a great violinist... and now he wants to die. This film, by the author of Persepolis, is a wonderful meditation on what art means, how we live our lives, and how we relate to and with other people.
I saw this movie yesterday and I felt that, contrary to my popular style, I wouldn't write an essay or give you some stats but rather simply encourage you to go out and find somewhere playing this before it was gone. It was only available at one theater in NJ, in Montclair, so I don't know if it's still playing anywhere.
If not, maybe give it a little download from a torrent site and, if you enjoy it as much as I did, buy it afterwards.