"MIND SHITS" by chris masse

I'm all about having fun. You know, get a couple cocktails in me, start a fire in someone's kitchen. Maybe go to Seaworld, take my pants off.

just watched Exit Through The Gift Shop.
my emotions towards an individual have never taken a more unexpected turn. the central “character” of the doc started out being portrayed as a sweet foreign man living the american dream with a straight up passion for filmmaking. the man would just film everything - and then would do nothing with the tapes. never watch them, never edit them, not even label them half the time. he just had bins and bins of tapes. he said he “didn’t know how to stop”. it was a seemingly inspirational tale.
but then, almost last second, it turned into a tale of how he fashioned a reputation as an artist through his friendships with known street artists and hiring people to do his work for him. in a matter of 10 minutes, i hated this guy! would he learn his lesson by the end and show us he still had a passion for filmmaking and wanted his life of simplicity back? nope. it ended with big name street artists basically calling him mentally challenged, saying he disgraced their art form.
shhwat the feck?
on a different note, this doc may have given me that slight nudge i needed to get inspired to experiment with street art. i’m intrigued.
and apparently, as this film showed…
anyone can do it.

just watched Exit Through The Gift Shop.

my emotions towards an individual have never taken a more unexpected turn. the central “character” of the doc started out being portrayed as a sweet foreign man living the american dream with a straight up passion for filmmaking. the man would just film everything - and then would do nothing with the tapes. never watch them, never edit them, not even label them half the time. he just had bins and bins of tapes. he said he “didn’t know how to stop”. it was a seemingly inspirational tale.

but then, almost last second, it turned into a tale of how he fashioned a reputation as an artist through his friendships with known street artists and hiring people to do his work for him. in a matter of 10 minutes, i hated this guy! would he learn his lesson by the end and show us he still had a passion for filmmaking and wanted his life of simplicity back? nope. it ended with big name street artists basically calling him mentally challenged, saying he disgraced their art form.

shhwat the feck?

on a different note, this doc may have given me that slight nudge i needed to get inspired to experiment with street art. i’m intrigued.

and apparently, as this film showed…

anyone can do it.

  • 13 March 2011
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