Just a little break from carnival-themed antics, 'cause I've got to shout how fantastic this film is from the rooftops:
I was feeling really cabin-fever-y yesterday afternoon, so we decided a movie date was in order. We went to see the Banksy film, Exit Through the Gift Shop, and it was just what we needed. It's one of the most vivacious, hilarious, clever films I've ever seen, and I was so sad when it was over. It could've been four hours long, and I would've been thrilled! You know that's a good sign.
It features a bunch of street art all-stars, including crazy-adorable Shepard Fairey, in a madcap story about an endearing and obsessive French (erstwhile) documentarian. Twists and turns and huge photocopies plastered on brick walls ensue. There are rumors that it's a giant art project itself (meaning: not strictly a documentary) but even if that's true, it doesn't really detract. It's a beautiful look at an art movement in the making, and eventually, becomes a cheeky commentary on the art world (and market) at large.
Josiah and I agree we'd rate it with King of Kong as one of the elusive popcorn-documentaries (meaning: funny, raucous, and wildly entertaining).