Graffiti

Graffiti

Paint, brushes, spray cans and a horde of horny boys, that is what makes up the basis for Grafitti. Before each scene the boys let loose with spray paint, brushes, hands, feet and any other body part they desire and 'decorate' the walls to a design of their own choosing. While none of the boys qualifies as an upcoming Rembrandt, Whistler or Monet they all certainly have a lot of fun getting to know each other before the real action begins. What do you get when you put a gaggle of rambunctious [more] painters together with a video camera? Why George Duroy's Graffiti, which has not one, not two, but thirteen aspiring artists who paint masterful renditions from their fervid imaginations like a Pablo Picasso on ecstasy. And whether spray painted on a wall or brushed, smeared or splattered onto each other's nude bodies, some might think these hormone driven artists' masterpieces may equal, if not surpass, the greatest works of the impressionist painters of the nineteenth-century. ... Okay, that might be a tad too much since two-year olds can paint rings around these guys, but heck, it can never be doubted that Bel Ami's gorgeously handsome models are the most perfect of sexual specimens of the twenty-first-century, as will be proven in this film's five artistically framed episodes.