When I first saw it, I thought it was a film of all kinds of street graffiti by various street artists and the battle of wits and courage with the police, which was shot from the perspective of a mortal, plus at most a mysterious banksy with a particularly horny fork.
In the second half, things suddenly took a turn for the better. Just when I wanted to complain that mortals are mortals, even if they have passion, it is difficult to have a pair of discoveries and the ability to make a good documentary. Do an exhibition.
I think the most ironic thing about this film is that those real street artists are struggling in the streets, but mortals can hire others to hold a real street art exhibition and hype it up.
At the end of the film, the words of banksy and the fate of those who were filmed by mortals at the time are really ironic.
So banksy said that he would never encourage others to join art again, which is both a satire of art and a satire of society as a whole.
After watching the whole film, I did not get the details of the passionate street creations of street artists that I imagined at the beginning, but only a sense of powerlessness about what art is and the alienation of street art.

I say it's a good movie, not because of what it says, but because of what it makes me think about.

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