Ethan Hawke puts it on the line. . .

. . .and brings to life an unflinching, uncompromised vision of what it means to be an artist - to spend one's life obsessed, desperate, urgently attempting to create something pure out of one's private existence; to give shape, form and substance to one's life, in effect. At the same time the film also deals with what it means to be a human being, desperately attempting to communicate, to reach at least one other human being on something beyond a superficial, defense-ridden level.

This film is not for everyone, it's not commercial in any way, it doesn't provide a 'quick fix' and a 'happy ending', but for those who are willing to drop their preconceptions and give themselves over to the pure poetry that resides in "Chelsea Walls", whether they're an artist (who will surely relate in some way, as I did, to nearly every character in the film) or not, there are many deep rewards in store.