Phillip Seymour Hoffman showed a very accurate range in his portrayal of a grieving, guilt-ridden man after his wife's suicide. I love that the movie is really nothing more than a snapshot of one man's grief after a traumatic event in his life. His turn to gas-huffing and sleeping in his car was such a damaged and poignant way of being close to Liza -- being connected to the manner in which she took her life and to how she spent her final waking moments. The movie never professes to be about her in any way (except that her name appears in the title). This movie is about how a bereaved man moves between being completely disengaged with life and being in a raging state of agony, panic and regret. The model airplane enthusiast parts were a bit frustrating, but overall, this movie was extremely poignant and worth sitting through all of the quiet and intensity.
