The comments here are refreshingly candid.
Here's an excerpt for those too lazy to click on the link :
Meanwhile, at Sothebys :
That's right folks, nine million pounds. Like twenty million bucks.
They keep saying over and over and over how great and unbelievable this Basquiat is, better than Picasso blah blah blah. Yeah, Picasso did some scribbling, but you must know that before his abstract work gained traction Picasso used his classical training - and his undeniable talent - to produce works like this:
So do you suppose that this turd-hair clown Basquiat could have ever created anything even close?
Answer: the more you look, the more you will see that this mediocre ghetto idiot is nothing but a sinister invention of the same elites who moulded the equally unremarkable Barry Hussein into the current POTUS. They are both nothing more than inventions, sad byproducts dreamed up out of thin air by an organic cabal of sinister leftists hell-bent on "comforting the afflicted, and killing off the comfortable."
Make no mistake: this shit does not happen in a vacuum. The evil gloved villains can almost be perceived, pulling the strings from behind the thick red velvet curtain, a diabolical smirk on their ghoulish faces.
(Warning : DWL Gag Alert! This film reaches absolute new pinnacles of competitive compassion afrophilia [CCA], ethnomasochism, and disingenuous white liberal brown-nosing).
White folks wear their status like a crown of thorns. Being at the top of the food chain is a drag sometimes? Those pesky beige people and their inability to take a joke? Our racism (all of us) haunts us the longer it goes unexamined. If you're not working race out, it is the elephant in your room. Quentin Tarantino has never examined either his heart or his sensibilities and thus creates art that is racist and misogynistic. The reason is not that he's an awful person, he's just lazy intellectually and has not worked this stuff out. How do I know this? When Harvey Weinstein is your conscience, you know there is work to be done.