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"Dazzled by so many and such marvelous inventions, the people of Macondo ... became indignant over the living images that the prosperous merchant Bruno Crespi projected in the theater with the lion-head ticket windows, for a character who had died and was buried in one film and for whose misfortune tears had been shed would reappear alive and transformed into an Arab in the next one. The audience, who had paid two cents apiece to share the difficulties of the actors, would not tolerate that outlandish fraud and they broke up the seats. The mayor, at the urging of Bruno Crespi, explained in a proclamation that the cinema was a machine of illusions that did not merit the emotional outbursts of the audience. With that discouraging explanation many ... decided not to return to the movies, considering that they already had too many troubles of their own to weep over the acted-out misfortunes of imaginary beings."
--Gabriel García Márquez, One Hundred Years of Solitude

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Friday, August 21, 2026

High Art (Lisa Cholodenko, 1998)

Radha Mitchell and Ally Sheedy in High Art

Cast: Radha Mitchell, Ally Sheedy, Gabriel Mann, Patricia Clarkson, Tammy Grimes, Charis Michelson, David Thornton, Anh Duong. Bill Sage, Helen Mendes, Cindra Feuer, Anthony Ruivivar. Screenplay: Lisa Cholodenko. Cinematography: Tami Reiker. Production design: Bernhard Blythe. Film editing: Amy E. Duddleston. Music: Stuart Hill, Nathan Larson, Craig Wedren. 

Lisa Cholodenko's High Art is a keen-edged portrait of life on the fringes of the art and publishing worlds of New York in the waning years of the 20th century. Syd (Radha Mitchell) is a 24-year-old working for a magazine that specializes in art photography. She has just received a promotion to assistant editor, though it still includes gofer work like picking up the lunch order for her boss. One day the ceiling in the bathroom of the run-down apartment she shares with her boyfriend begins to leak, so she goes upstairs to complain to the tenant, who turns out to be a once-famous photographer, Lucy Berliner (Ally Sheedy). In the course of trying to fix the leak, Syd gets acquainted with Lucy and her lover, Greta (Patricia Clarkson), and their assortment of heroin-using friends. The walls of their apartment are hung with Lucy's photographs, and Syd soon gets a chance not only to mount a comeback for the reclusive Lucy but also to prove herself as an editor. Working with Lucy on the feature draws them closer, precipitating a breakup of Syd and her boyfriend as well as a crisis in Lucy's relationship with Greta. Mitchell and Sheedy give fine performances, but they're overshadowed by Clarkson as the fragile, addicted, and self-deluded Greta, a once-famous German actress who was part of the circle around Rainer Werner Fassbinder. There are also some fascinating scenes with Lucy and her mother (Tammy Grimes), a wealthy woman who escaped Germany just before the Nazis came to power. The backstories of High Art are almost more interesting than the central one, and the painful ending feels contrived, but it's a sensitive and provocative film.


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