High Art
I saw High Art again last night. It really is a spectacular movie. Lisa Cholodenko's screenplay is quiet, elegant, understated to a fault. Radha Mitchell (who?) is brilliant as Syd, a beautiful, ambitious, and impossibly-young editor. Ally Sheedy acts rings around herself as Lucy Berliner. She's got power and experience: Sigourney Weaver meets James Dean.
What really drives High Art is its conviction that all these people had lives before the camera crew showed up, lives that will (for the most part) continue after they pack up and leave, but that important, dramatic things are happening to them right now. Some of those things are happening offstage, some aren't, and those choices aren't conventional or convenient. Brilliantly done.