So the bottom line is that a not particularly very charming attention seeking northern bloke steals a banksy for money, but hides his greed under a thin veil of "fun". That is - until crunch time and it actually becomes worthless and he looses his mind. Watch a man throw money after monies arm after legs trying to get hundreds of thousands of pounds for doing next to f all. The only satisfying part is knowing that no matter how much he stamps his feet, he doesn't get his money. Which is good, because he doesn't deserve it. Then he puts the art back and expects everyone to pay him on his back.

What a waste of a documentary.

I decided to watch this film after seeing a couple of others about Banksy, including Banksy´s own Exit Through the Gift Shop, a mockumentary which I highly recommend. I was also intrigued by the stories of Beltracchi and Mark Kostabi. All of these people raise the question of what the difference between artists and con artists is supposed to be in the modern art world.

Although The Banksy Job was entertaining in a slapstick sort of way, this particular story struck me as considerably less compelling than the others. I am somewhat surprised that anyone should have decided to honor jokester AK47 with a film about his puerile dalliances with the art world. I assume that some of the ¨experts¨ interviewed were actors?