This film made for uncomfortable but ultimately rewarding viewing. Seymour Hoffman is a fantastic actor, who creates in us immense feelings of empathy and sympathy, as the recently widowed husband Wilson, to a wife for reasons unknown has killed herself. In the depths of his desperate loneliness and depression, he finds a goodbye letter addressed to him from his late wife but cannot bring himself to open it, despite pressure from his mother in law to do so and so understand her reason. Instead he finds solace in addiction to sniffing petrol (through clever plot development) and uses this as a means to cope. This film contains some wonderful acting (especially Seymour Hoffman) and some beautiful direction, which really pulls us as the audience into the roller coaster ride, the highs and lows, that is Wilson's life as he learns to cope with his loss. We genuinely care for Wilson by the end, as we 'discover' the meaning of his wife's suicide.