Histoire de faussaires: Un chef-d'oeuvre d'arnaque

..never seem to be touched by justice. How obvious it was from the beginning to me that the minority and way less privileged would be imprisoned and the dealer that is making 800% profit roams free. Anne Freedman loved the attention and status she got from those paintings, and did everything to keep the illusion alive. That was were she became a criminal. A conniving one. It's written all over her ugly face. All those pictures of here in those artsy circle jerk super 'elite' gatherings, prancing around in a fur coat are just nauseating.

So many unlikeable people in one documentary. I'd rather be with the homeless and unprivileged then spend a day with these utterly poisonous, backstabbing, conniving, disgusting animals. ESPECIALLY the likes of an Anne Freedman. And that disgusting Sotheby couple.

There are people rotting in prison for stealing something worth less than a thousand bucks. Or for dealing a bit of marihuana. Here we have a dealer of fake goods- knowingly- making millions of profit...and she roams free. No guilt, no remorse. This is not just the privilege of being rich, this is the result of a combination of privileges and the profit of being covered by your own 'kind'.

Good documentary. Naaaaasty people.

For real. I literally and honestly laughed out loud multiple times. How anyone can have "their breath taken away" by a blob of color on canvas is beyond me. Furthermore, paying over $8 mil for that? You get what you deserve when it's fake. The docu itself is done fine. It was interesting, even to someone who can't stand what most consider art. These people are so pretentious, it makes ones stomach roll.

A very well presented documentary and a scathing indictment of abstract expressionist art, in that it can be so easily forged and accepted as original art by every top, bona fide art expert. Well not ALL the experts. The forensic scientists that were called upon to test the paintings, proved beyond all doubt that these were100% forgeries.

The eminently guilty gallery director, Ann Freeman, had a one of the fake Jackson Pollock's hanging on her wall for ten years....WITH HIS SIGNATURE'S NAME MIS-SPELLED! That's right! Pollock mis-spelled his own name when he signed the front of his painting. I think that's a big red flag, huh?

What was so startling in this doc was, much like Bernie Madoff and his greedy clients, there was enough blatant, drooling avarice on the part of gallery owner, the gallery director, the painting's seller AND the painting's buyers, that I think they ALL got what they deserved....sort of.

Disheartening at best, as the rich never really lose, never feel remorse and everyone pretty much gets back to business as usual.

Not to say Ann Freedman is not guilty, but she had a lot of support to think the paintings were real. Honestly, seems like there were a lot more reinforcing that the paintings were authentic than there were those that questioned it. I felt the De Sole's were more just pissed about wounded pride than seeing that maybe it was a mistake. No forgiveness for being human from them. And you can believe something, and then as evidence presents itself, realize you were wrong. Isn't that the way the brain is supposed to work? Regardless, who cares about rich people being ripped off - welcome to the club, jerks. At least you still have a roof over your head and food in the table.

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.