I felt like I was sorting through a boring person's garbage as I watched this. "Oh, there's a tired joke . . . Wow, how did that line make it through editing? . . . Oh no, they're trying the movie within a meta-movie plot . . . " Mostly the garbage metaphor refers to the editing style though; elements of the plot pop up with no rhythm. The film tries to arrest you with long, silent, cinematography rich sequences, but these are juxtaposed against sequences of flat acting and flat writing which puncture the long visual sequences, thus releasing any accumulated passion and suspense. The music commits another error in that it tries to be an intellectual load bearing element. The song "road to nowhere" is a rich lyrical piece which opens the film, and it never works to try and borrow intelligence from one artwork to save another, thinner work. The depth of the song is not matched in the acting, writing, editing, art direction, and thus becomes a pretentious addition. Overall, it felt pretty bad to sit through.
Street art is welcome, often regardless of meaning or quality, in most of the world. It is viewed as the right of public to participate in the aesthetics of their community, and that public expression is no less important than the business/corporate opinion of what public aesthetics should be. We, on the other hand, have completely surrendered to a normative dominance, and only the most powerful entities may set the standard of beauty. Darren White speaks with the voice of tight control, and from the mind where behavioral standards are the most sacred defense against the chaos waiting around the edges of our lives. I understand this fear, but I encourage you: walk out into the chaos. There are people who will shock you with their will to create.