This film tells the story of a weird couple who produce modern "art". Their "art" is slightly more advanced than smearing poop on a canvas and framing it, but just barely. It's crude, boring, pretentious, and bland.
The people who view their "art" at their exhibitions and who are fans of the couple are presumably similarly "sick". There is a cultural sickness that this couple are exemplifying.
The couple are not particularly interesting. Furthermore, I doubt the sincerity of what we see before the camera as they are making a documentary about themselves and they do not come across as very authentic.
Ultimately, the film is another of their pieces of "art", and it's not much different from their other pieces of "art" which are featured within the film. It's an amateur piece which is fairly lacking in any value, other than as a glimpse into the sickness of modern art and the niche that they happen to fit into.
The people who view their "art" at their exhibitions and who are fans of the couple are presumably similarly "sick". There is a cultural sickness that this couple are exemplifying.
The couple are not particularly interesting. Furthermore, I doubt the sincerity of what we see before the camera as they are making a documentary about themselves and they do not come across as very authentic.
Ultimately, the film is another of their pieces of "art", and it's not much different from their other pieces of "art" which are featured within the film. It's an amateur piece which is fairly lacking in any value, other than as a glimpse into the sickness of modern art and the niche that they happen to fit into.