nexude’s review published on Letterboxd:
I mean, I always used to encourage everyone I met to make art. I used to think everyone should do it. [pause] I don't really do that so much anymore.
It's a strange world, the world of art. The world of street art, even more so. Especially the money involved in it, I never really understood. I still don't. What makes someone's art priceless, others' worthless? The documentary of course doesn't answer that, it's just another example of a nobody becoming a huge star. Though the guy clearly worked for it and met the right people...
I dunno, I wish the film was about Banksy himself and not some weird French guy he befriended. Unless the French guy is something he created, now wouldn't that be something?