It's easy to understand why the NY Art scene has become rather tired and uninspired. This boring documentary is nothing more than a collection of the artist as self destructive tortured bad boy clichés. The art shown here is nothing new that we haven't seen before - it all seems very derivative of 60s counterculture (think Warhol Superstars) including lashing of drugs and imagery that seems trite, posed and predictable. Naturally, the artist, who originated from the super wealthy De Menil family, made sure it was all very well documented in polaroids and grainy black & white footage before exiting at 27 (yet another cliché). Ironically, one art work depicts masturbation as art which encapsulate the artist perfectly. Be prepared for one tired old cliché after another and another.
