If there’s one message we can take from this deeply irritating film, it’s this: not all graffiti is done by skulking urban youths endlessly replicating their own cretinous monosyllabic pseudonyms in hideous makeshift fonts from hell. A small fraction of it is apparently supposed to be art. This film—which is about the feckless substratum of drug-addicted would-be artists who are responsible for that piddling fraction—is completely unwatchable. Or at least I probably would have found it to be so, if I had watched it, which I haven’t.
rating: ★☆☆☆☆
Exit Through The Gift Shop (2010). dir. Banksy.
