Ahh… let me begin by saying, Borders near my house was having a sale. But since they didn’t have “The Last Metro” nor “The Lives of Others”, I felt content by shoveling out the cash for “Basquiat” because, hey, I like biopics and Gary Oldman! Makes sense to me. And if it’s bad, I can just give it to Natalia.
A-hem. Well, I’m only on Chapter 6, according to my sister’s laptop. I like it so far, but it also seems kind of hopeless and, what the opening monologue calls, “The Van Gogh Boat”. Living homelessly in New York, Basquiat wants to be considered as a real artist. Snobby artists like Gary just don’t understand the miracles of dada graffitti poems after all.
Eventually we’ll get to the part where Basquiat becomes a major explosion of success, but I’m just grooving until we get there.
Once I got home, I realized that I could have wasted just as much money on “State of Grace”, had it been there (I can’t remember) but I never liked Sean Penn much anyway, so it doesn’t really matter.
