Should we care about
high-flying artists and their conceptual art? Don't we have more
important things to do with our time? Pierre Bismuth, the director, is a
French artist that co-wrote “Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind”.
Pedigree, you see. Ten years ago he became obsessed with an unknown art
piece by artist Ed Ruscha. A rock. An artificial one. This Ruscha guy
made a fiberglass rock and put it in the Mojave desert among other rocks. So it is indistinguishable. Does art exists if nobody can see it?
I think that normal people like to be valued for their achievements,
thus we spend time with a middle-class private detective hired to find
the elusive Rocky rock. This is adulterated reality. It is a
documentary after all. We will meet interesting characters, while a
couple of real-life script-writers discuss the “hollywoodization” of the
story for mass consumption. There is nothing much to say really.
Bismuth has a strong control of the dial between the manipulated
documentary and the fiction being created in offices and desert.
However, the film does not reach the depths required of the subject
matter. Bismuth spent ten years on this chase, but you can't feel the
obsession on the screen. It is an amusement, an artist taking down a
more pretentious one. Still, a brilliant piece for a film festival, just
the kind of thing you are pinning to watch.
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