Purely Joyful Movie!

Please don't spend money on this.

It really made me laugh, but for some moments I was tearing up because I could relate so much.

Strong acting helps the film overcome an uncertain premise and create characters that hold our attention absolutely.

"Exit Through the Gift Shop" is like no other documentary ever made. I assume "Mr. Brainwash" is a real person , as I assume Banksy is a real person, although no one knows who Banksy is , because exposing his identity could get him arrested.As for " Mr. Brainwash" , he may be a real person , he may be an actor playing a role. In any case , ETTGS is a very interesting and entertaining film, it makes you question the line between art and commerce , and does it in a very interesting way. Banksy is actually a very accomplished artist , he's not your run of the mill graffiti artist. Thr film also lets you in on the world of graffiti artists , as well as Shephard Fairy , who designed the original posters for Obama's first run for the presidency. Go see this film , you won't soon forget it!

The first half of the movie was good, except for the infinite unnecessary appearances and interviews of the camera d-bag -Mr. Brainwash- instead of the real artists... When I said good I meant it could've been a very engaging documentary, the topic is interesting, they got rare footage, exclusive interviews with the artists.... the second half makes me see, he wasn't an annoying french with good intentions, he was just an artist/rock star/d-bag wanna be... not much to say actually, should you watch this documentary? yes, it's a pop culture thing if you like to stay in touch with the world! should you watch every minute(even the boring bragging of the french spoiled kid) Nah, just ignore him, skip the boring parts and you will have a not so bad time.Mr. Brainwash: "Common guys lets the show go on, f**k... okay, okay, there is one thing, one thing... starting now dis second I'm running the show!you not giving order to anybody right now, I'm running the show! you listen to mi, anybody is listening to mi now!"

This whole mockumentary or whatever you want to call it is just Banksy's huge slap in the face to modern art and the stupid people who fall for it. Especially in a certain part of our country. Fake people buy into fake things. The image that is created around an object is more important than the object itself. These are some of the messages Banksy portrays in this film. He's giving everyone the middle finger while he's laughing all the way to the bank. Most of what you think is "art" these days is really just clever graphic design then repackaged to look like "art". A lot of what you think is "street art" or underground street companies that started from nothing are really hugely financed business tactics. It takes money to make money. If you market enough the sheeple will follow. Art is dead. This was all so well done and clever I just had to give my respect.

Banksy and friends must have mined for ages to extract the glistening artifacts that form the backbone of this documentary. Tracing the roots of street art through the constant eye of amateur filmographer Thierry Guetta, it's a legit, vivid encapsulation of the thoughts that formed a global movement's shared ideals. Guetta, whose branching connections to the scene are nothing short of amazing, captured years' worth of footage, then filed it away with no sense of categorization or even basic labeling. The resultant greatest hits reel makes for some rich viewing material, but I certainly don't envy the amount of whittling it took to get there. At some point those tapes must have run dry, though, because the focus suddenly shifts from the notorious exploits of Space Invader, Shepard Fairey and Banksy to Guetta's own farcical artistic aspirations. Whether intentional or not, (and I'm fairly certain it was) that jolting misdirection changes the tone from a fresh, adventurous documentary to a thick, bitter dissertation on art-for-profit and the redundant question of what defines the terms 'artist' and 'artwork'. It's an abrupt, unnecessary final word that seems tacked on to give the story some sort of sought-after greater message, which is a shame because the film was trucking along nicely enough without it.