Original by Michel Gondry.
Rip-off by Enoch Lam and Manuela Barbosa at CHI,
directed by David Frankham.
This is classic advertising cuntery in full-effect. Enoch and
Manuela are the sort of fuck-boxes who think that
knowing who Michel Gondry is makes them 'creative'.
But of course they are not. No more than poor David
is a 'director' because he's able to tell a camera
operator where to point his camera.
The only consolation I can dredge from this toxic
swamp of plagiarism is a daydream in
which Enoch, Manuela and David float across the
rooftops of Soho in a bum-smoke powered hot air
balloon, circle-jerking each other spastic as they
congratulate themselves on having watched
YouTube that week.
Without warning, Michel Gondry swoops out of the
clouds atop a giant owl composed of discarded
coke-wrappers, outstretched crystalline talons
shredding their balloon as it passes. Our three
hapless shit-burgers tumble to their deaths,
and the last thing they see as the ground
rushes up to meet them is a crowd joining hands
to create the outline of Gondry's mind-anus,
gaping wide after it's merciless plundering.