Anonymity breeds contempt. It also breeds despair, intrigue, interest and in the case of British street art icon, Banksy, the kind of cult following that money and street cred cannot buy.

As anonymous as the next graff artist on the street and as popular as they come, Banksy has become something of a legend with his potent mix of stencil art and politics. Its this combo that has made Brad and Angelina fans and created enough of a money making machine to turn a guy who’s real identity is known only to family and his agent, into the biggest cultural money maker that street art has seen since Basquiat.

With money fame and elephants, you could expect Banksy to take the money and run, and he has to a degree, to the movie theatre. Most people would take s hot at documenting their street cred or the history of others, Banksy has instead given us Exit Through the Gift Shop, the story of Thierry Guetta, eccentric French shop keeper and amateur film maker and his attempts to locate and befriend Banksy.

Is it a comedy? Is a documentary? Does it really matter? From the outset, Banksy penitent for red herrings about his career is made evident. There’s no director, only Guetta and his decade plus worth of footage documenting the ins and outs of the international graffiti scene and his obsession with it.

It’s not heart warming, it’s not cold-hearted, it just is. Documentaries on street culture always come filed through a lens of the peoples perspectives, usually the rose colored tint of homage and worship. This is Banksy, so it’s not going to be a trip to Disneyland, far from it in fact. It was the hottest ticket at Sundance and the finest look at the insanity that lies somewhere between the back alley and the art gallery.