I just finished watching the film Exit through the gift shop.
It was probably one of the best films I watched this year. While I, my
boyfriend and another friend of ours laughed at the eccentricity - some
would say even megalomania- and bizarre word choices (my personal
favourites: "behind my expectations" and "brainwash your face") of
Thierry Guetta, the film gave us also something to talk about. Namely:
What is art?
