A decent documentary. I guess a lot of people love it since my PSI was 90, but it was just "good," not great. Maybe if I cared more about the subject matter, I would've liked it better.

Anonymity is not a trustworthy persona for a documentarist, especially one with a prior reputation, a prior rap sheet, as a prankster. (Nor does the irony-dripping narration delivered by Ifans inspire much confidence.) Whatever the provenance or purpose, we have here a lot of footage of street artists in action, poor in quality but sufficient in quantity to enable us to gauge the range of cleverness, and to think our worst thoughts about the impact of money and hype in the art world.

Starts out as a straight documentary of street artists, in particular Banksy, and then gradually gets weirder and sometime around the hour mark you start speculating about just who is making a documentary about whom and whether the guy filming and narrating even exists or if it's all a prank by Banksy (or someone claiming to be him). Hilarious send-up of the art world and peopple's attitude towards it.

Is it really a documentary, or just another of Bansky's pointed jokes? It doesn't really matter-- it allows us to consider the nature of aesthetics and how mass production effects it. Oh, and street art.

Sporadically amusing documentary that exposes some of the absurdities that arise when "art" becomes little more than a market, and how much less palatable this situation becomes when the market falls under the sway of the media culture of spectacle and celebrity. This may not be news, but that doesn't mean its not worth pointing out.

Limousine liberals love graffiti artists because limousine liberals don't live in the neighborhoods graffiti artists fuck up. It's unrequited, as graffiti artists only love themselves.

This is genius regardless to who made and what it is.

* Directing, Aura : 5 * Ease of Viewing : 5 * Naked Eye : 5

Surprisingly entertaining and surprisingly confounding in its own right.

Pretty neat depiction of an overnight 'artist' who just wants a piece of the pie by producing shite arse 'street art'.

cool, funny, with some lengths

I am beginning to regret spending $50,000 on my Mr. Brainwash collection.

I want to know more!

It's a commentary on the artworld, both as a cultural form as well as a consumer product, and while I probably would've preferred it to be a little less judgemental, this entirely is so highly educational, so informative and so accesible that I would recommend everyone, not just art aficionados, to watch this film.

Banksy's documentary features several prolific graffitistas and can be seen both as a celebration of street art and a sneaky bit of self-promotion by those artists who now make a tidy living off it. The first half look at various artists is a gleefully giddying montage for those who find subversive underground art exciting. But it loses pace when it settles upon the one man who got too big for his boots and sold out the movement without paying his dues. Entertaining but not thought-provoking.

People paid to watch this.

Regardless of whether or not Mr. Brainwash is genuine or not the real point of the film still stands - a commentary on consumerism in the art world and how all new, innovative underground art forms end up as products stripped from their original meaning. Slow in the first half, the second half is where it really shines. Smart, and often quite funny.

Don't know much about street art, or any art for that matter, but this is more about the posers trying desperately to stay hip and a very deluded frenchman.

As any good documentary does, this film takes a subject wholly unknown to its audiences, and fleshes the entire world of street out for them in visceral detail, imperfections and all. Tells a great story and collects together some great footage, and ultimately left me a fan of the counterculture.

Fascinating not only because of the questions it raises about art or the motivations of artists, but moreso because of the way this story unfolded. Thierry's freak obsession about videotaping everything leads to an insatiable curiosity about a hobby that he eventually throws himself into and becomes world famous. By the end, does he value the art or the money? Did he bring street art to a new level or did he place a death knell upon it by over-commercializing it? Possibly Banksy's greatest work.

Guetta is an annoying, egocentric, arrogant prick. I liked some of the art from the other artists though, but not all

Hrm. Is this Banksy making fun of a sellout 'artist', or is the joke on us?

The fragile line between art and commercial crap is intriguing because it's so unreachable. What makes art art? Who has the right to define it? Is Banksy laughing with us or at as? The movie is entertaining and afterwards you feel a bit mind fucked.

Banksy makes a subtle but eloquent statement about art, its purpose, and conformity/popularity in the masses.

Good and interesting enough but it deliberately leads people to think of Guetta as this psycho, money hungry pseudo-artist and all the hipster posers in the cinema ate it up because Banksy wasa associated with it. It was so horrible to watch, what this counter culture had turned into and they tried to put it all on Guetta like he was doing something the others weren't.

Entertaining and constantly captivating. Any questions about authenticity are secondary to what is a piece of art about art and artists. Not everyone here is likable but they're all very interesting people.

Banksy does Frankenstein and manages to deconstruct the art world in the process. The film is best described by a quote from Banksy's cohort that, dumbstruck by the ridiculous culmination of the project, quips: "I don't know who the joke is on, really. I don't even know if there is a joke."