Art is such a mystery. What makes art, art? What makes an artist reputable? Is it the ground swelling support of admirers, the copy-cat wannabe's that shoulder a new influence? Or is everything art and everyone an artist? After watching "Exit Through the Gift Shop", questions like these remain very much questions unanswered, but more importantly those very questions start to become irrelevant labels and constructs, ripe for satire or multi layered irony.
Whatever post ironic label fits, this film always keeps the viewer entertained. Even when the prime narrative is changed and starts becoming focused on the film maker and no longer the artist being courted, it's a welcome and unbelievable switch, perhaps a prank, calling into question all that is previously believed about art and artists.
Whatever post ironic label fits, this film always keeps the viewer entertained. Even when the prime narrative is changed and starts becoming focused on the film maker and no longer the artist being courted, it's a welcome and unbelievable switch, perhaps a prank, calling into question all that is previously believed about art and artists.