Double_Dubs’s review published on Letterboxd:
The Kind-of-Tragic Life of "Exit Through the Gift Shop"
Banksy- "About my entire life has been dedicated to street art, the craft, the means of achieving what I want to say. Then this dim-wit Frenchman comes about, carrying a superficial obsession-border-fetish with the idea of street art and nothing else. My mystification at his wild success through sheer method of money, size, and obsessive commoditization of prior pieces of art that are more physical feats than artistic ones is what I try to capture by the film's end. This story damned-well proves that the pop art world is a scam and the relationship between the populace and the artist will forever remain misconstrued."
But will people understand what you're trying to say?
Banksy- "How can they not? The film's a satirical tragicomedy. It ends with sardonic quotes. I even contrast the pure sensationalism that rose me to stardom, and how I reject it for the purity of my art, with the same sensationalism that was the sole primer for the success of an "artist" that then bastes in his fame and money instead of caring for his art. Nevermind the authenticity of the story, even though in the first half I make street art seem so silly and childish that you people will believe anything, the final point is that I try really, really, really... really, reaaally hard to condemn the nature between sensationalism and its obscurity, its complete undoing, of art. I'd call this my own rendition, maybe even a modern update, of the legendary F for Fake. What can go wrong?"
Film sparks waves of sensationalist zeal over Banksy's identity and "Exit Through the Gift Shop" as a stunning look into the world of street art.
The end.