Holy crap, if you haven’t seen it already, you HAVE to see the film Mishima: A life in four chapters.
Yukio Mishima, if you’ve never heard of him, was a Japanese author of the kind of fame serious writers rarely reach. He was sort of a combination, socially speaking, of Stephen King, Alain Robbe-Grillet, and Mel Gibson. Except that, unlike most North American celebrities, he started his own private army (in 1968!) and wound up taking a general hostage and committing ritual suicide.
I have no idea how accurate Mishima is, but it’s an astounding film. It combines biography with scenes from Mishima’s work; it’s refreshing to see a film about an artist that connects the artist and their work so thoroughly. (Unlike, for example, jazz movies that are all about the sex and drugs and never address, you know, PRACTICING.) It draws a portrait of an extremely complicated figure that’s impressionistic but more complete than a straightforward biography.
It’s also very intense and disturbing, so not a good date movie.