I'm giving this documentary seven stars because it had a good story and kept me interested all the way through. Hearing art snobs talk, always looking for words that will make them seem intellectual, their peculiar mannerisms etc is quite amusing. There are some people that you warm to in this and there are others who are so shallow, unlikeable and cold, like there's some basic humanity missing from them.
I agree that with most people you shouldn't judge a book by its cover, but with some of this lot go with your gut instincts, folks. For all their wealth it just shows you that inner peace can not be bought. Eleanor De Sole for instance, who oozes self-importance, entitlement and snobbery, who actually cried at trial because she felt so hurt by Ann Freedman, someone she had met just the once lol, so not exactly best of mates were they. It was so obvious that Eleanor and her husband were more bothered about their wounded pride than anything else. I didn't believe a word she said when she was trying to convince us that the tears were genuine. It was deceptive and conceited af. Remember, these are people haven't got a scooby doo about art, they are utterly clueless, they buy artworks so that they can boast exclusivity...so they can stick it on their wall and show off to their mates at their posho dinner parties. Imagine having friends where you're always trying to out-do each other; that's not true friendship, that's actually really sad and tragic.
Anyway sorry for the rant, but this is the level of vanity on display here, it's in a league of its own. And it made me think about where our priorities are as a species. There are human beings who don't have access to basic amenities like clean water and yet there are others who spend millions of dollars on drawings, some of which turn out to be fake.
