No film, no art can be evaluated from a narrow minded perspective. I find it surprising to read some hard critics discard this one as another "gay" movie. It's not. Or, to say it better, it's so much more than that narrow stereotype. This is a beautiful film about loneliness; about an almost total lack of spoken language so common to this post-modern generation; about graffiti as an emerging code of communication, maybe able to replace all those other lacking languages, about a deep spiritual void and sadness masterfully played by Nick, the main character. With almost no words during the whole film, his eyes and facial language express a vast kaleidoscope of human emotions that could be envied by many dramatic actors. And, yes, love takes place, as an antidote to loneliness, so 'wild' and so innocent at the same time that they just don't find the words to hanlde it. And it goes as fast as it comes, at least from Jesse's perspective. Lonely Nick stays attached, from the heart. But...there is no room for the heart in the modern, savage, street life world. That's the film's whole point.
Review of The Graffiti Artist
