It's like the Surveillance Players Theater teamed up with that female artist who made a piece where she videotaped herself having sex with an art buyer in a hotel -- but with the advertising industry's trademark lack of restraint. I mean, it's revealed so early that this is a fake. It'd be better if the viewer was left wondering if it's real or staged... but they couldn't resist the over-the-top fuzzy chicken and alien fingers.
Paul Schmelzer is a writer and editor in Minneapolis. Formerly managing editor of Walker Reader(2011–2020), the Walker Art Center's digital magazine, he is cofounder of The Ostracon, an art writing site created through funds from the Andy Warhol Foundation for the Visual Arts and Creative Capital's Arts Writers Grant program; creator of Signifier, Signed; a former editor at Adbusters; and contributor to Artforum.com, Cabinet, Huffington Post, Hyperallergic, The Progressive, Raw Vision, Utne,and others.More >>
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i did enjoy the bit with the chicken on the toilet. it was so Paul McCarthy meets Bruce Nauman meets Pollo Campero.
The concept is intriguing enough. But the promotional spot that explains how clever and controversial (and fake) it is ruins it.
I like it.
It's like the Surveillance Players Theater teamed up with that female artist who made a piece where she videotaped herself having sex with an art buyer in a hotel -- but with the advertising industry's trademark lack of restraint. I mean, it's revealed so early that this is a fake. It'd be better if the viewer was left wondering if it's real or staged... but they couldn't resist the over-the-top fuzzy chicken and alien fingers.
P-Mon
it's embarrassing.
Absolutely original. Brilliant.
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