The clever thing about this movie is that after watching it, you don't know if it's a documentary or not, and you vaguely feel that Banksy may be entertaining everyone again. If it doesn't work out, it's actually a deliberate attempt by him to oppose street art entering formal commercial channels. Mr. Brainwash may be a fictional character. In the movie, he actually opposes those seemingly artistic and avant-garde petty bourgeoisie who chase after them like stars who live in the dark and don't want to show their faces. This is probably the helplessness of artists. True artists do not necessarily regard fame as their ideal, and those who want to become famous are not necessarily artists. But with the popularity of the public, those who are not artists also feel that they have become artistic. The filming is a bit messy, but if you look at it calmly, you can see what the author wants to say. But this topic is really difficult to decide, just like Mr. Brainwash's plan, the more you do it, the more clueless you are. However, art just doesn't have a fixed format, and having no clue doesn't mean it's not good-looking.
This film is a reminder to the petty bourgeoisie that if you like an artist, people may not like you. roll! Hey-hey.
The funniest thing is that this film has a scene from an Irish exhibition. There is actually my old Irish buddy who has been separated for a few years. It's not a short shot. The biggest characteristic of this dude is that he likes to join in the fun, and of course he is a little bit sneezed. We went out to play together, and when he saw that there was a lot of fun to watch, he could come over and watch it for a long time, forgetting us all. This time, he can be considered to have come up with results. In the movie he wore a red dress and smiled at the camera. Haha, his expression is too typical, thinking that he was such an inconspicuous little fat man, how many beautiful women he killed in seconds with this expression. After graduation he returned to Ireland and I forgot his email. As a result, the last time I took my friend to the art exhibition with no problem, we bumped into him unexpectedly. I hurriedly asked for his email, only to lose it on the way home.
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