Most people saw this film as the re-birth of a forever sober Lindsay Lohan, the 'new star of art'. Bitch please. I simply saw it as an opportunity for painter Richard Phillips, to show his skills as a director.
For those of you who are unfamiliar with the artists work, queue the Wiki explanation:
'Phillips is known for his large-scale glossy hyper-realistic paintings, recalling the pictorial style of magazines from the 1950s, 1960s and 1970s and reflecting traditions of popular image culture. His paintings represent close-up portraits, predominantly of women from fashion and soft porno magazines, but also persons from the fields of pop music and politics.'
NB: He says: "My pictures involve a kind of wasted beauty - that's always been a thread in my work."
Phillips chose LiLo, not for her problems, but because she is a combination of the fantastic and the real.
Reminiscent of classic bombshell swimsuit moments the film is the quintessence of convention, to the point of banality (and that's the point). Viewers should expect as much from Phillips' filmic debut as they should from a Calvin Klein Obsession ad, but with a much better soundtrack.
Watch the 90 second film below...
I think this psychological portrait of popular cultures tragic heroine is bloody beautiful. And breath.
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