petabyte
Chicago
The good old days. (First five star film here.) — 4 weeks ago
Instant wow. I’ve watched High Art many, many times and every time it’s excellent. Highly suitable viewing for rainy, cold autumn days or lazy summer afternoons, or any time at all. The writing and direction are top-notch, spot-on excellent acting – acting the way it seems that the actors are just being themselves, way to go! The humour is very cynical, New York, hip (so hip it hurts!), &c. That’s the only way I can describe it – of course this statement only makes sense to me, and I only lived in NYC for a handful of years, but I ran across many artistic, hip, gay, drugged-out types typified herein.
Fast forward to life after NYC and I am now in Photography, and in one class we’re shown the work of Nan Goldin and her contemporaries. I find myself thrilled, surprised, I’m not sure what. That’s when I hopped online and (only then) found out that High Art + Nan Goldin = pretty much the same thing …with a few Hollywood liberties, of course. Pretty cool. Since then every once in a great while when I have a taste for a well-made cool flick I pop the disc out of the vault, put it on, get into some sort of somnolent, chill, laid-back mood. It’s the film. It has that effect on me. As we speak it’s Sunday evening, a cuppa tea, the heat’s on (it’s officially Autumn in the States, what do you know) and High Art is, appropriately, tonight’s featured presentation.















