Jazz musician Chet Baker was an icon of fifties cool, his languid trumpet riffs and melancholy voice complementing looks to rival James Dean's. Bruce Weber's documentary, long unavailable and recently restored by Weber himself, is a lyrical, suggestive portrait of the man Baker once was and the man he became-a cadaverous figure, ravaged by decades of hard living. Pauline Kael wrote, “Let's Get Lost isn't primarily about Chet Baker the jazz musician; it's about Chet Baker the love object, the fetish. Behind it all is a soundtrack made up of Baker recordings that span more than three decades-the idealized essence of the man. And maybe because Weber, despite his lifelong fixation on this charmer, knew him only as a battered, treacherous wreck, in the two years before his death, Let's Get Lost is one of the most suggestive (and unresolved) films ever made. It's about love, but love with few illusions.”

Let's Get Lost is repeated on Friday, February 15.