When the Indie World Held Its Breath
In 1998, before the hype was defined by hashtags and viral buzz, there was High Art. It was quieter than the noise of a blockbuster; it was the hum of something daring waiting to explode. Sundance whispers, indie columns, and coffeehouse chatter among critics had alluded to a small film about art, addiction, and love that was far more real than most Hollywood romances of the decade.
“Brave” was a label critics bestowed on new director Lisa Cholodenko’s debut feature, Even though it was a lesbian love story, it was also a tale of how ambition and desire conspired to become obsession. In the late 90s, when queer cinema was still fighting for its seat at the table, High Art was honest and unafraid. It showed women both vulnerable and powerful.
For indie lovers, it was the kind of anticipation that smelled like cigarette smoke, Polaroid flash, and the slow burn of rebellion.
The Story that Moved in Shadows
High Art takes place within the narrow corridors of a New York apartment building where the young and ambitious Syd (Radha Mitchell) lives downstairs from Lucy Berliner (Ally Sheedy), a once famous photographer who has since lapsed into obscurity. Their lives coincide by chance: a leak in Syd’s ceiling drips into Lucy’s world above. Yet it is not until Syd steps into that dim, cluttered apartment, filled with photos and a haze of heroin, that the real story begins.
Lucy has traded fame for oblivion, now living with her German lover, Greta (Patricia Clarkson). While Lucy no longer exhibits her work, she continues to photograph her circle of addicts and bohemians. In contrast, Syd has clarity and purpose. She is a young photo editor eager to establish herself in the ruthless art world. Upon discovering Lucy’s forgotten portfolio, she glimpses not only professional hope, but something more profound: a bond, a fascination, a love.
Her relationship unfolds with trembling currents — fleeting looks exchanged, cigarettes shared, and enveloping silences that allude to deeper feelings of yearning that are left unexpressed. For Syd, the pull of Lucy’s art is magnetic, and equally so is the articulation of her chaos and tumult. Intimacy, admiring art nostalgically from a distance, and chaos are inseparable, inseminating decay that presents warmth, revealing the spiraling loss of what one and her art could have been. The film is beautifully made. It allows the tension of loss from what was once a beautifully made creation to linger, trap, and weigh the air. The loss, when it comes, is felt with an expected inevitability — a whisper you have long awaited but steeled yourself to receive.
The Art of Being Lost and Found.
Lucy is one of cinema’s most complex fallen artists and Ally Sheedy’s performance was nothing short of a resurrection. The 1980s was a golden time for Sheedy, part of the Hollywood “Brat Pack” and starring in The Breakfast Club and St. Elmo’s Fire. But the fine line of fame typecasting, and battles of her self, pushed her to the sidelines in the early 90s. She was tired of playing the type of the wide-eyed teenager and the weight of her life off screen was spiraling heavily and dangerously.
High Art came next – a character she said reflected her own change. Lucy, like Ally, was an artist, but one who had fallen silent, mired in her own demons but still longing for a connection. Sheedy approached the role with a resigned, lived-in exhaustion. It was the type that is not easily feigned. Every lazy, drawled remark, every half-smile that hid a multitude of hurt, expressed the boredom of a woman who had endured a great deal.
Audiences who remembered her as a teen idol in the movies were shocked. The wholesome girl next to her idol The Breakfast Club was gone. She received the Independent Spirit Award and the Los Angeles Film Critics Award for Best Actress – it was her first jail sentence, not as recognition for her work, but as to redeem herself.
Radha Mitchell’s Quiet Hunger
Radha Mitchell, who played Syd in High Art, was still an emerging name in Hollywood. She was an Australian actress who was known primarily for small roles in television. When High Art was released, it was her first international role. In her role as Syd, she was all understated resolve. There is her polite but daring, gentle yet ambitious dichotomy. There is also the romantic admiration and the aspirational attachment to Lucy. She embodies the type of freedom Syd craves but is also a defiance she is not yet ready to claim.
Mitchell learned from photographers for weeks to understand Syd’s world to learn how to appreciate the art from the perspective of an emo editor. Its most telling moments remain hidden. Emotion pale. Captured on screen, she’s the audience’s mirror. Nervousness, tremors, trauma, a laugh, hands, and a gaze trap the danger of a captivated audience, admiration for falling and danger. Distortion.
Smoke, Sound and the Language of Desire.
Directing High Art, Lisa Cholodenko works with the patience of a painter, while every frame in the rich amber glow in the safety of the warm light the faces of the burning, pale, feminine, and unhealthy in their self. Grit, grain, and the shadows deepen the tactile texture. You can almost feel the cigarette smoke drifting through Lucy’s apartment and the clutter of memories held in photo negatives and Polaroids.
The film’s rhythm is slow, deliberate, and hypnotic in the ache of distance and desire. Ambient sounds and murmuring voices are dreamlike and tense, while tender moments caress in the ache of longing. It’s a movie that doesn’t care where you feel. It holds you suspended, in the state of love and loss.
Critics celebrated it as “erotic without exploitation,” as “tragic without melodrama,” and as “a love story that feels like eavesdropping” upon its premiere at Sundance. For queer audiences, it wasn’t identity politics that made it a hallmark, but rather its unembellished and truthful approach to identity.
What the Hype Became
High Art didn’t explode in the way mainstream films do, but it didn’t gain notoriety in the way it was anticipated, and it was the first and only film to do so. From the power of its reputation, it was able to gain nearly $2 million which, despite being a small amount in Hollywood, was substantial for a film that was self-sustaining off its reputation.
While some audiences expected a straightforward love story, they received something that was, in fact, somber, complex, and even more honest, which many api audiences in fact found devastating. It became a cult classic with the diaspora of cinephiles and queer film lovers with the promise, “It will stay with you,” and the whisper of “It’ll stay with you.”
This was the first moment of Lisa Cholodenko’s, fully realized to cinema, artistry that would come to fruition in turns and more polished in Laurel “Canyon” and The Kids Are All Right.
The Unspoken Stories Behind the Camera
Few know how personal High Art was for its creator. For Cholodenko, then in her early thirties, this was a time when her experiences in New York’s art scene were most relevant. The hazy bohemian world of Lucy and Greta wasn’t fantasy — it was pulled from real circles of downtown artists she knew, many of whom struggled with addiction and the blurred lines between love, inspiration, and self-destruction.
The intimacy between Ally Sheedy and Radha Mitchell on screen came from a deep trust built during rehearsals. The director kept the set deliberately small and quiet, allowing emotional scenes to unfold with natural rhythm and pace. Even the photography used in the film was created by actual artists — the images were raw, often shot in low light, mirroring Lucy’s emotional state.
During the shooting, there were whispers of tension — mostly around how graphic certain scenes were and how far the actors were willing to go emotionally. However, those moments of unease may have contributed to the film’s truth. Real discomfort gave way to real vulnerability.
Unlike most indie success stories, High Art – which seamlessly integrated itself into festival circulation – told a multifaceted narrative where loss and reclamation, the stories of women, the stories of queerness, and the stories of a troubled art form, where the art form was both a sanctuary and a slow poison, was the essence of what was unfolding in front of the audience.
Decades later, the stories told in High Art continue to resonate and people find themselves still tormented by the enduring ache of wanting, wanting something beautiful and ephemeral.
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