I think all of us know someone who is completely full of shit. I knew this kid growing up, who couldn't speak for more than a minute without saying something that everyone in the room knew was a flat-out lie. Somehow, no one ever called him on it. We would just roll our eyes and try to exit the conversation immediately, but after years, his shit wore pretty thin.
In sixth grade, as only some really cool eleven year-old boys could, we both entered a poetry contest, and this bastard won with some poignant shit about early American settlers. I was quietly pissed, not because I lost, but that the poem he wrote was actually good. Years later, this jerk-off would surprise no one when he told me he had simply copied it out of a book. F--ker.
Exit Through the Gift Shop, shockingly, isn't about shitty middle-school poetry, but rather the burgeoning pseudo-credibility of the Street Art phenomenon. Banksy, probably the most influential street artist ever, assembled this documentary as equal parts history lesson and cautionary tale. Both parts exist by focusing on this fascinating French dude, Thierry Guetta (who goes on to be known as Mr. Brainwash).
Thierry spent years following (and filming) a slew of street artists as they did their thing all over the world. Thierry began his fascination with street art watching his cousin Invader place old-school game characters all over Paris. From there, Thierry would follow and film other artist with a possible goal of one day creating a documentary about street art. As Thierry records these notoriously secretive artists (he considers it collecting), he longs to meet the enigmatic Banksy, clearly the best in the field. Eventually, this happens, and Thierry becomes a part of Banksy's ultra-secretive crew. But instead of a happy ending and a watchable documentary, things sort of go off the rails.
I can sense I'm not doing this film justice, but trust me, this is a very interesting documentary. Days after watching it, I'm still not sure what the truth is. Thierry is portrayed as a bit of a villain, but maybe he just exposed the whole medium as ultimately superfluous (but I guess this speaks to the what is art? question, too).
That idea suggests some level of dastardly intelligence of Thierry's part, and watching this film certainly doesn't make that clear. Is this guy really an artist? A genius? Or simply incredibly lucky due to an insane ability to never stop? I don't know the answer to any of these questions, but this was one of the few times where I desperately wanted a little post-movie discussion to sort things out.
Well, they usually don't hang around at art shows, but we might as well check in with the Yays and Boos anyway. Your thoughts, gents?
F--ker.
In sixth grade, as only some really cool eleven year-old boys could, we both entered a poetry contest, and this bastard won with some poignant shit about early American settlers. I was quietly pissed, not because I lost, but that the poem he wrote was actually good. Years later, this jerk-off would surprise no one when he told me he had simply copied it out of a book. F--ker.
Exit Through the Gift Shop, shockingly, isn't about shitty middle-school poetry, but rather the burgeoning pseudo-credibility of the Street Art phenomenon. Banksy, probably the most influential street artist ever, assembled this documentary as equal parts history lesson and cautionary tale. Both parts exist by focusing on this fascinating French dude, Thierry Guetta (who goes on to be known as Mr. Brainwash).
Thierry spent years following (and filming) a slew of street artists as they did their thing all over the world. Thierry began his fascination with street art watching his cousin Invader place old-school game characters all over Paris. From there, Thierry would follow and film other artist with a possible goal of one day creating a documentary about street art. As Thierry records these notoriously secretive artists (he considers it collecting), he longs to meet the enigmatic Banksy, clearly the best in the field. Eventually, this happens, and Thierry becomes a part of Banksy's ultra-secretive crew. But instead of a happy ending and a watchable documentary, things sort of go off the rails.
I can sense I'm not doing this film justice, but trust me, this is a very interesting documentary. Days after watching it, I'm still not sure what the truth is. Thierry is portrayed as a bit of a villain, but maybe he just exposed the whole medium as ultimately superfluous (but I guess this speaks to the what is art? question, too).That idea suggests some level of dastardly intelligence of Thierry's part, and watching this film certainly doesn't make that clear. Is this guy really an artist? A genius? Or simply incredibly lucky due to an insane ability to never stop? I don't know the answer to any of these questions, but this was one of the few times where I desperately wanted a little post-movie discussion to sort things out.
Well, they usually don't hang around at art shows, but we might as well check in with the Yays and Boos anyway. Your thoughts, gents?
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Yaaaaaay!
- Thierry is a pretty funny guy. He literally films everything, even Shaq. He also is very ballsy, too. Admirably so.
- Zeus' street shadows are really cool.
- Shepard Fairey's work was very interesting, too. I never knew that was Andre the Giant I was obeying.
- The whole Disneyland thing was intense. Loved the term Mickey Mouse security team.
- Inadvertently making 10 million quid is pretty much one of the coolest things ever. Even if Thierry didn't quite grasp the severity of what he was being shown.
- And finally, Banksy. His art is very interesting and inspiring, but he also comes off as a guy dealing with the persoalan of creating the monster that destroyed him. Well, at least destroyed a part of him. He handles it, though.
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Booo!
- Thierry, in addition to coming off as a bit of a fraud, also comes off as the world's worst/most absentee father. Seriously, man. Stay home for a minute.
- Thierry's film. Apparently Life Remote Control is a bit of a tough watch.
- I began to question the idea of whether this stuff was indeed art when I saw how some of it was created by teams of people with computers. I'm looking at you, Mr. Brainwash.
F--ker.