He died with a Felafel in his Hand

The film "He died with a Felafel in his Hand"(2001) was waiting in my folder "Watch it!" for couple of years. And finally, when time actually came - I was totally exited watching it and really want to share my impressions. The main character  - Danny, changed many places of living, has Underwood typewriter and he likes to sing "California Dreaming".
"He died..." is like a good,but a bit strange salad (or pot-pourri , if you prefer:) - you can find there writers and good girls, junkies and lesbians, desperate neurotic, sabbath fans, "bulls" and many others.
I just love the dialogues in the film!
One of my favorite (between bulls, who came for money and Danny):

Danny: We expecting a big check in the end of the month, 25 G's from "Penthouse" magazine.
Bulls: What do you do? Pose for a fu*ing centrefold?
Danny: No, I'm a writer. I write for a "Penthouse" magazine.
Bulls: No kidding. You got a machine?
Danny: Er, I've got an Underwood.
Bulls: Is that Mac or Windows?

Super cool irony, black humor, interesting characters. Of course you feel this..mmm..smell of the art-house films during the "He died..", but it's not so weird as it could be (art-house haters previous line is for you:) and it's very easy to watch.

Highly recommend film!
One of my favorite scenes: