After the jump, you can watch a short documentary about Banksy called “B-Movie” (I watched it, it’s interesting). It showed up on Vimeo this morning under the account name “Robin Gunningham.” After I watched it, I was about to write the post on it, only to see that the original video had been removed. The account from whence it came described itself thusly:
UK
its not banksy.co.uk [doesn't exist]Robin wishes he has painted on a large variety of walls and buildings, none of which belonged to him. He wishes he has exhibited in the British Museum, the Tate and the New York Metropolitan Museum of Art, none of whom invited him.
robin.gunningham@gmail.com
facebook.com/robin.gunningham [doesn't exist]
I did a search to see if anyone had ripped the video before it got pulled, and it turns out it’s been on YouTube since last September. This was one of the earliest blog posts I found about it, which said:
The B-Movie is a fourteen minute mini documentary about the infamous street artist Banksy and how he started out as a graffiti writer. Banksy has really launched off heavily this year, he has a movie out, art exhibits that make over 100k a show. He has made numerous achievements that hit the media and til this day only a hand full of people know his real identity. The documentary features Interviews with 3D of Massive Attack, Damien Hirst, some of his friends and many more.
Great, but I was hoping to find out who made it. (Interesting question, since the other famous documentary about Banksy was made by Banksy himself). So I clicked on the video they’d embedded, hoping that that one might be the original. I got this:
And now is when I get the strong sense that I’m being f*cked with. I agree with commenter Asher, I think Banksy is actually James Franco. He’s going to pull off his hood at the Academy Awards and BOOM! James Franco with a d*ck on his face. It seems James Franco has dicknose’d us all.
#BanksyisJamesFranco. Twitter, make it so.



If you sincerely want to find out who made this, contact Oscilloscope Laboratories (www.oscilloscope.net). They released the DVD of Exit and this is one of the bonus features.
I wish I could Xhibit at the C-Tate.
*Harlem shuffle*
Jesus Christ if this snake crams its tail any further down its own gullet, it’s going to break the Pete Hammond deepthroat record.
On the subject of ice cream vans, there’s one just parked outside my house playing the weirdest jingle. It sounds like, “Let the children go, Mr Bronze, and come out with your hands up.”
I scream van.
VAN!
Franco was also all three of those masked douchers from the “What is G?” Gatorade commercials.
SHUT UP, MORTON, MY STORY IS BETTER!
True story: I pulled a muscle in my back and have been bed-ridden all day. I decided to watch “Prince of Persia”, as it was recently introduced to Netflix live, and I kinda have a thing for Jake Gyllenhoolahay.
Summary: It kinda blows. I am an hour in, though…in for a penny, in for a pound I suppose. Mid_East parkour for the fail.
I heard that there’s a secret underground organisation of people who couldn’t give a shit who Banksy is. Anyone know if they’re on Facebook?
Well, Prince of Persia almost had enough of a clever ending to make Him forgive it, but when Alanis Morisette chimed in during the credits, all hope was lost.
Spaz, you’re not already in the FFDS?