Scene on the street
YOU COULD be forgiven for approaching the first film by Banksy with a can of petrol and a blowtorch. The cinema was, until now, one of the few places a chap could expect to avoid any annoying encounters with the ubiquitous (though still reasonably anonymous) English street artist.
A glance at the premise for Exit Through the Gift Shop does nothing to allay fears that the project will be annoying post-modern claptrap.
Beginning with the great man muttering behind his hood, the film, narrated lugubriously by Rhys Ifans, follows the story of an LA-based eccentric named Thierry Guetta. An obsessive video-camera user, the Frenchman took to recording the activities the first generation of street artists as they plastered Los Angeles with
Secretive guerrilla Shepard Fairey, Nec Swoon and eventual himself allowed Gue the basis that he was epic documentary. S transpired he had no whatsoever for shoo editing. The tables w and Banksy began m a film on Guetta.
Against the odds, the piece turns out to be an absolute hoot. Those ignoran of Guetta’s eventual fate will appreciate drama (shot in grain video, but cannily edited) that reveals endless unhappy tru about the vacuity of contemporary art w
If nothing else, it worth watching to h Banksy (of all people in shade, his voice d