If you came of age concurrent to the rise of "independent" film you probably remember Adrienne Shelly. She was the muse of the early Hal Hartley pictures; she was absolutely adorable in Joel Hershman's criminally underseen Hold Me, Thrill Me, Kiss Me; she was pretty much on any soi-disant intellectual guy's top five crush list.
It's not clear yet whether this was a suicide or something else, but, whatever the case, we're pretty bummed. If you've got a couple of hours this weekend, rent (or Netflix, or whatever the hell it is you kids do today) Trust, The Unbelievable Truth or Hold Me. You won't regret it.