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From: George Büchner Category: Art Date: 25 July 2009 Time: 03:13 PM Review: How completely ruddywell odd is the world of today, no complaints as such just remarking upon the nature of the mortal coiliness of it all, I'm trying to describe the bog-ordinariness of it to an argumentative buffer, I cite that god-awful gesture that Prince of the Blandites, Gordon Brown uses when he's shoving his slightly hinged backhanded knuckle fend off thing that he adapted from Blair's defused finger wag, a sort of fingerless wag, where he would point with a fist crowned with a thumb sitting on top of his fist, as if holding a bottle of fizzy lager by the neck, emphasizing resolve, but resolve that has been contained, he stole that from the King of Gesture himself President Bill Clinton. So we are left with the adaptation in the dubious care of his Brownship who I daresay will migrate his fending gesture to the Grayson Perry of politics , David Camoron, what will Camoron do? With even more minority elected 27 year old tories? It's way too boring to face up to but this is what perplexes me, I keep getting signs of positive change like the Banks collapsing, oh well lets replace the Banks, no we'll carry on in blind faith. The politicians are on the fiddle, well we knew that but has anything happened er, no actually. When loathsome, self regarding Jasper Joffe decided he was bored with waiting around to be "discovered", and did'nt think, "hell, maybe this is the wrong game", he attempted a boring bit of PR to massage his hideous ego with dozens of paintings trotted off in some kind of olympian feat which received a nailed-on third rate theorem Now Joffe has taken a leaf from the artist as Jesus, like Gauguin,with the tenuous connection that Joffe is 33 and reckons he's having a mid-life crises in public with the spurious announcement that his partner of five years, yes you did read that, if your still awake, five years, not ten or fifteen or even twenty, how the hearts bleed, just like Jesus. Geddit!! So the chubby faced Peur Eternis who once duped Saatchi into buying one of his rather forced stylistically "bad" portraits of Hitler or some one else, twice as boring as Hitler, this is so old sock, so last century, a stirring of the bad old BritPack days which were admittedly more exciting than this but husk-like, absolutely unfounded. Sale of a Life Time is an exhibition of Joffe's rubbishy art AND his skid marked white suit from some posh joint that's no longer the fash, other crap too dreary to mention. I'm only telling you this because I'm paid to tell you, You need not sympathasize or turn up on the 29th of July at Idea Generation (snigger) Gallery as there's no shortage of his chinless chums from Oxford, The RCA or The Rome School he's left the same boring slime trail as all other clones.