I have to say I was pretty disinterested with this movie when it first began, but I found myself more drawn in as it ran its course. It initially struck me as a boring story about a struggling wanna-be artist, that is until the cat incident. I have to say I wasn't really surprised at all when Walter accidentally killed the cat, and I'm somewhat ashamed to say I found that moment hilarious. When he decided to pawn it off as his own original art I had two thoughts, the first being "that's not art", then followed by "..well maybe it is?" I mean if a man can put his feces in a can and call it art, why not an animal? Of course there is something severely morally wrong with that concept and I by no means endorse or accept it as good or right, but it's just a movie so I'm not bothered by it in this instance. As Walter continues his method to art and fame, it reveals the true instability of his character and the lengths that he, and possibly what other actual people, will go to obtain acceptance and fame. I also got a little bit of a sense of the phrase "ignorance is bliss" from this movie. Those in the art world of this film did not know the true method to his art, and reveled in his "talent". Even Leonard, the owner of the art cafe, tried vigorously to deny the immorality of Walter's art in favor of profit, unknowingly driving Walter to become a criminal and commit more acts of murder for the sake of his art. In the end the truth behind Walter's art is revealed, and many are horrified; however I wonder if this had happened in real life, would Walter obtain immortal fame and go on to be known throughout history?
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