It's awesome to see his more famous friends tell about how much of an impact he had on them. And even in his darkest he still seemed like a genuinely nice guy. My one complaint is that theydidn't mention him being in a film with de niro after constantly mentioning his love for taxi driver.

Elchin was at something of a career crossroads at the time of his death. Always conscious of his own mortality - the average life expectancy for someone with cystic fibrosis is roughly half that of a healthy person - and increasingly uncomfortable with the "rising star" tag that had stuck to him for a bit too long, he seemed to be edging away from blockbusters and more toward the esoteric, taking roles in low-budget short films and indies, as well as writing a script called "Travis" that he hoped to direct. Where his third act would have taken him is anyone's guess, but that's the most bittersweet takeaway of the film: It could have been just about anywhere.

Love, Antosha paints a tender and eventually heartbreaking portrait of a person dedicated to film (including reviews of the vast array of films he watched), acting, family, friends, art, the steady pursuit of learning, life. The real testament is how many individuals will once again return that favor of his dedication.