I'm just going to throw it out there. I didn't 'get it', or whatever 'it' was 'to get' - if that even exists.
I don't understand why LaBeouf watched all of his movies consecutively in reverse chronological order. Neither do I understand why I felt innately enticed to watch him do so.
As the installation came to an anticlimactic closure yesterday evening, the actor turned provocateur has left onlookers with an abundance of unanswered questions and a consequential, imminent existential crisis. If you were expecting answers post-screening, then prepare to be disappointed. For as of yet, we have nothing except an outlook on LaBeouf's opinion towards Transformers 3 and the depth of our imaginations to support inquisitions.
The latest piece follows from a series of narcissistic displays - including a self-titled musical - which critics suggested were triggered by accusations of plagiarism back in 2014.
Art collective LaBeouf, Rönkkö & Turner launced #ALLMYMOVIES on Tuesday, inviting the world to live stream Shia LaBeouf as he watched all of his movies, in reverse chronological order. You could even join him to watch the likes of Holes, but that's only if you were willing to fork out for a last minute plane ticket and endure the wrath of a snaking queue line. Despite the allusion of LaBeouf's beard, the project did not unravel over 40 days and 40 nights. It actually only lasted 72 hours, give or take.
The camera offered an intrusive insight into the emotions of the subject. From adulthood to boyhood, the journey captured the inescapable relationship between emotion and film, as well as existence and power-napping...
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The vulnerable stigma attached to portraying signs of emotion could have been part of a wider message to humanise Hollywood, and remind us all of our shared anatomy; or if you prefer, bridge the gap between public recognition and realism. After turning up to Lars von Trier's movie premier donning a paper bag over his head reading "I AM NOT FAMOUS ANYMORE", it would evidently not be the first time LaBeouf has tried to cast aside his fame. As infatuated as I am by the works, it is impossible to figure out the entirety of their meanings.
But if the label have achieved anything with their latest stunt, it is the consolidation of the vague term known as 'contemporary art'. Quite literally anything, in it's own right, can inhibit a subliminal meaning; that's if an individual has enough adjectives up their sleeve to argue so. Take for example the string of yarn and blank canvas, that genuinely found it's way to the hall of a respected American art gallery...
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Moreover, I wonder what Beans thought of the whole thing?