{"id":57,"date":"2011-04-03T14:14:05","date_gmt":"2011-04-03T14:14:05","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/helenharrison.net\/?p=57"},"modified":"2014-11-06T21:48:27","modified_gmt":"2014-11-06T21:48:27","slug":"art-school-confidential","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/helenharrison.net\/?p=57","title":{"rendered":"Art School Confidential"},"content":{"rendered":"<div id=\"id1\">\n<div>\n<div>\n<p>Art Waves commentaries, 2004-2009: A Selection<\/p>\n<p>\u00a9 2010 Helen A. Harrison. No reproduction without permission.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n<div>\n<div><img decoding=\"async\" src=\"..\/..\/Art_Waves\/Entries\/2010\/2\/6_Art_School_Confidential_files\/shapeimage_1.jpg\" alt=\"\" \/><\/div>\n<\/div>\n<div id=\"body_layer\">\n<div id=\"id2\">\n<div>\n<div>\n<p>Art School Confidential<\/p>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n<div>\n<div>\n<div>\n<p>Broadcast 6\/1\/06<\/p>\n<p><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" class=\"alignleft size-full wp-image-58\" title=\"art school\" src=\"https:\/\/helenharrison.net\/wp-content\/uploads\/2011\/04\/art-school.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"374\" height=\"267\" srcset=\"https:\/\/helenharrison.net\/wp-content\/uploads\/2011\/04\/art-school.jpg 374w, https:\/\/helenharrison.net\/wp-content\/uploads\/2011\/04\/art-school-80x57.jpg 80w, https:\/\/helenharrison.net\/wp-content\/uploads\/2011\/04\/art-school-320x228.jpg 320w, https:\/\/helenharrison.net\/wp-content\/uploads\/2011\/04\/art-school-260x185.jpg 260w, https:\/\/helenharrison.net\/wp-content\/uploads\/2011\/04\/art-school-75x53.jpg 75w\" sizes=\"auto, (max-width: 374px) 100vw, 374px\" \/>If  you\u2019re planning to see this movie, don\u2019t listen to this review. One,  because I\u2019m going to give away the ending, and Two, because I may change  your mind. On the other hand, you really should see it if you don\u2019t  know all the clich\u00e9s about art-world wannabes, coulda-beens and  has-beens. This film is a primer of stereotypes&#8211;not one fully developed  character makes an appearance in the whole 102 minutes.<\/p>\n<div>Our hero, Jerome, is a wimpy kid from the suburbs who gets bullied  because he\u2019s artistic. This poor loser doesn\u2019t know how to capitalize on  his only asset. What he does know is that artists get a lot of sex, so  he wants to be one. Can you see where we\u2019re going here? I thought you  could.<\/div>\n<p>The  story isn\u2019t very long, but it benefits from abbreviation. Jerome goes  to an art school called Strathmore Institute and falls in love with the  life class model, whose father happens to be a famous artist. She  becomes his entr\u00e9e into the professional art world, which as you might  expect is populated by pompous, arrogant, venal manipulators. That also  describes Jerome\u2019s fellow\u00a0 students&#8211;all except one, who turns out to be  an undercover cop.<\/p>\n<p>What  the heck is he doing at Strathmore? He\u2019s investigating a series of  stranglings on the Strathmore campus, an improbable ivied enclave  modeled on Brooklyn\u2019s Pratt Institute but transplanted to SoHo. If this  feels phony, that\u2019s because it is&#8211;the film was shot in and around Los  Angeles, and looks like something cobbled together on the back lot.\u00a0 In  class, the students trot out every known theoretical platitude,  defensive put-down and jealous innuendo, while their professor&#8211;played  with his trademark predatory cynicism by John Malkovich&#8211;struggles to  salvage the wreckage of his own failed artistic ambitions.<\/p>\n<p>The  tedium is briefly relieved by Jerome\u2019s visit to an even more pathetic  failure, a former Strathmore student who is such a disgustingly abject  role model that you wonder why Jerome doesn\u2019t immediately drop out and  join the Army. By a marvelous coincidence, this fellow just happens to  be the strangler, and of course he paints pictures of his victims.  Jerome steals the paintings and passes them off as his own, thereby  becoming the chief suspect in the murders. And wouldn\u2019t you know it, his  subsequent notoriety makes him a hot property in the art market. Go  directly to jail, and you get a waiting list of buyers. Well I\u2019ll be  darned&#8211;so that\u2019s how you do it.<\/p>\n<p>I  think \u201cArt School Confidential\u201d is supposed to be a satire, but the  screen writer, Daniel Cowles, is no Voltaire. The humor, what there is  of it, is as broad and forced as vaudeville, and just as dated. Max  Minghella does a workmanlike job of depicting Jerome as an ambitious but  essentially spineless nebbish who never does get the sex he craves. Nor  can he paint like the artist whose work he stole. So what will happen  to him when he has to produce his own paintings? Well, as Andy Warhol  might say, his fifteen minutes will be up.<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>For \u201cIn the Morning,\u201d I\u2019m Helen Harrison.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n<div id=\"id3\"><\/div>\n<\/div>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Art Waves commentaries, 2004-2009: A Selection \u00a9 2010 Helen A. Harrison. No reproduction without permission. Art School Confidential Broadcast 6\/1\/06 If you\u2019re planning to see this movie, don\u2019t listen to this review. One, because I\u2019m going to give away the ending, and Two, because I may change your mind. 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