directed by Banksy
The street artist known as Banksy, a guerilla phantom art terrorist who has canvassed virtually every surface this fair globe has to offer, tackles the filmic wall in his geniusly irreverent lampooning of the subjective world of “high” art. His subject is simultaneously himself, the post-bombing street art movement, and an overzealous documentarian whose obsession with the rogue lifestyle sends him on a path of idol worship the likes of which I haven’t seen since Robert Ford and Jesse James. Thierry Guetta’s first steps into the world of street art began with his cousin, known as Space Invader, whose 8 bit tile creations permeated France’s urban landscape. After that, it was on like Donkey Kong for Guetta, who filmed thousands and thousands of hours of graffiti being created amidst the shroud of darkness, and all across the globe. But it is for Banksy that Guetta searches with an Ahab-like fervor, which seems fitting as Banksy is himself much like the fabled white whale. He is pure, mysterious, folklorically intangible, an idea. Featuring such giants of modern street art as Shepard Fairey, Invader, and even the vehement, uproarious mockery that is Mister Brain Wash (he has to be seen to be believed), Banksy’s doc is at once a joke and a record of an important artistic movement, the no rules, renegade explosion of vision, the power of expression at all costs. Is it a work of art? You be the judge, but it was a cuss of a lot of fun to watch.