You really ought to go see In a Dream at Northwest Film Forum this weekend. I review it in this week's paper:

It begins as the story of the aforementioned eccentric artist Isaiah Zagar, living out his semi-idyllic twilight years with his tirelessly supportive wife Julia. The couple buy derelict buildings in Philadelphia (warehouses, apartment blocks) then Isaiah mosaics every surface with broken mirrors, fragments of pottery, bottles, bicycle wheels, junk. Julia looms immense in Isaiah’s work. He has done thousands of portraits of her, he says, some several stories tall. Her face is everywhere, and when he speaks of her and how she loves him it’s with a guileless, silly exuberance. “He can’t function, you know, too well in this world. He’s kind of a rare flower. A thistle, maybe,” Julia says. “I was his reality base, and he was my bird. He flew around.”

Then it gets crazy. In a Dream plays today through Wednesday.