Today my friend and I went to go see Exit Through the Gift Shop at the Sunshine Theater, a film we'd been dying to see for a long time. The movie begins with a man sitting in front of a graffiti-full wall, with various street-art apparatus materials and wood frames behind him. The man is wearing dark jeans and a black hoodie, and there is lamp in the shape of a monkey beside him. The only skin you can see of him is his hands, and his face is completely covered by the shadow of his hoodie. A deep, British accent begins to speak. He explains that the movie was originally supposed to be made about himself, Banksy, and a few other street artists, but that it turned out to be an egotistical feature about the filmmaker, Thierry Guetta, a.k.a. "Mr. Brainwash". The movie takes us on a rollercoaster of laughs, amazement, shock, and awe. Viewers will be dissapointed that it isn't as much about Banksy as they thought it would be, but it is completely and 100% still worth it. Seeing the movie has also slightly motivated me to become a street artist. Is that bad?
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