The film masterfully captures the tragic friction between raw creative spirit and the commodification of art in the 1980s. It offers a profound meditation on how the art world often consumes the very geniuses it claims to celebrate.
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Basquiat | FULL MOVIE | Jeffrey Wright, David Bowie, Dennis Hopper, Gary Oldman | Biography DramaAdded:
(gentle music) (gentle music) ♪ It was Christmas Eve, babe ♪ ♪ In the drunk tank ♪ ♪ An old man said to me ♪ ♪ Won't see another one ♪ ♪ And then he sang a song ♪ ♪ The Rare Old Mountain Dew ♪ ♪ I turned my face away ♪ ♪ And dreamed about you ♪ ♪ Got on a lucky one ♪ ♪ Came in 18 to one ♪ ♪ I've got a feeling ♪ ♪ This year's for me and you ♪ ♪ So happy Christmas ♪ ♪ I love you, baby ♪ ♪ I can see a better time ♪ ♪ When all our dreams come true ♪ (gentle music) ♪ It was Christmas Eve, babe ♪ ♪ In the drunk tank ♪ ♪ An old man said to me ♪ ♪ Won't see another one ♪ ♪ And then he sang a song ♪ ♪ The Rare Old Mountain Dew ♪ ♪ I turned my face away ♪ ♪ And dreamed about you ♪ ♪ Got on a lucky one ♪ ♪ Came in 18 to one ♪ ♪ I've got a feeling ♪ ♪ This year's for me and you ♪ ♪ So happy Christmas ♪ ♪ I love you, baby ♪ ♪ I can see a better time ♪ ♪ When all our dreams come true ♪ (birds chirping) - [Rene] Everybody wants to get on the Van Gogh boat.
There's no trip so horrible that someone won't take it.
The idea of the unrecognized genius, slaving away in a garret is a deliciously foolish one.
We must credit the life of Vincent Van Gogh for really sending this myth into orbit.
I mean, how many pictures did he sell?
One?
He couldn't give them away.
He has to be the most modern artist, but everybody hated him.
We're so ashamed of his life that the rest of art history will be retribution for Van Gogh's neglect.
No one wants to be part of a generation that ignores another Van Gogh.
In this town, one is at the mercy of the recognition factor.
One's public appearance is absolute.
Part of the artist's job is to get the work where I will see it.
I consider myself a metaphor of the public.
I am a public eye, a witness, a critic.
(footsteps tapping) When you first see a new picture, you don't wanna miss the boat.
You have to be very careful.
You might be staring at Van Gogh's ear.
(gentle music) ♪ Hello ♪ ♪ Hello ♪ ♪ Hello ♪ ♪ Hello ♪ ♪ Hello ♪ ♪ Hello ♪ (rock music) ♪ You never listen to a word that I said ♪ ♪ You only see me for the clothes that I wear ♪ ♪ Or did the interest go so much deeper ♪ ♪ It must have been the color of my hair ♪ ♪ The public image ♪ (chair scrapes) (radio music) (utensils clinking) (footsteps tapping) (utensils clinking) (bell rings) (door creaks) (bell rings) (footsteps tapping) (bell rings) (lid scrapes) (bottle thuds) (knuckles rapping) (door creaks) (bell rings) - [Benny] It's Willie Mays.
Wanna hear what he said?
- Nurse.
Oysters Rockefeller and a lovely Pouilly Fuisee, pour plasir.
- We don't serve that here.
- Fine, Gina.
A cheeseburger and a coffee.
- That's Rene.
He works for Art Forum.
He's a (expletive) rainbow.
(cups clinking) - You guys know what you want?
- Pancakes. - Pancakes?
You want anything?
- I'll have some coffee.
- Coffee.
You want some coffee?
No?
Okay.
Oh, you can't have that in here.
- What?
- You can't have that in here.
- Who, her?
- Hide it.
- Now, that's entertainment.
Pancake table drawing.
Ya know, I'm a little busy right now, Benny.
Good night.
(door creaks) (bell rings) - What do you think? - What?
- What do, what do you think?
- It's pretty good.
It's me.
- All right, making a mess here.
Look at you.
Get out, okay?
Good-bye.
(coins clatter) - Where are those pancakes?
- Lech, would you let him order?
- Let him order?
You nuts?
Out.
- All right.
- Do I need this?
- [Gina] Do I?
Jesus Christ!
Here.
I'm sorry.
- [Jean] Wh-what's your name?
- Gina.
- Gina.
(gate creaking) (birds chirping) (footsteps tapping) (door clicks) (birds chirping) (footsteps tapping) Hey, Mom.
(lips smack) I'm-I'm gonna get married.
- You like it here?
- It's okay.
(birds chirping) (footsteps tapping) Hey, hey, hey, Gina.
Can I walk you home?
- Sure.
(lighter clicks) (footsteps tapping) - I'm in a band.
We're playing at the Mudd Club Thursday.
I put you down on the list.
(Gina exhales and snickers) - I hate the Mudd Club.
You been camping out?
'Cause you look like you could use a scrub.
- I'm clean.
- Yeah?
- Yeah, (stammers) smell me.
I always smell good.
I ju, I just.
I don't know why, I just do.
- I'll take your word for that.
- Just come Thursday.
- Nah.
Too many party girls.
- Party girls?
I wouldn't know about this.
(Gina chuckles) Can I call you?
- Um.
Sure.
- (stammers) I made this for you.
- Thanks.
(rain pattering) (thunder rumbling) (knuckles rapping) (door clicks) - (mutters) Willie Mays.
(Benny muttering) You know that Frankie thing?
You know that Frankie thing?
We edited it.
Looks pretty good.
Looks really good.
I'm thinking about putting that, um, drum mode on it, and make it into like a nice video.
You know, like a music video.
Press Play on the box right there.
- Hmm?
- [Benny] Press Play on the box.
Press Play on the box.
(button clicks) (upbeat music) (man on TV speaking indistinctly) (button clicks) What, you don't like it with the music?
- [Jean] (stammers) I like it like this.
It's boring like this.
Like, it's, it's like looking at a painting.
- [Benny] You need the music.
You need, you need, you need sound.
(static hissing) - The man just hit me, and I was on the ground.
- I was on the ground.
- Boom, for real!
- What did she say?
(tape whirring) - [Woman] Boom, for real! (hands tapping) - Boom, for real!
Your dad called.
He wants to meet you for lunch or something.
(Jean sniffing) (Benny sniffing) (phone clatters) (phone ringing) - [Joe] Hello?
- [Jean] Is, is this suicide hot line?
- [Joe] Yes.
My name's Joe.
What's yours?
- [Jean] Jean Michel.
- [Joe] Jean Michel.
What's that, French?
- [Jean] Haitian.
I'm gonna, I'm gonna blow my brains out.
- [Joe] Wait a minute, talk to me.
- [Jean] No, I'm gonna take these pills.
- [Joe] What kind of pills?
- [Jean] Reds, blues, greens, whole (expletive) rainbow.
Trustees are harassing me.
- [Joe] Are you in prison?
- [Jean] No.
This city's killing me.
- [Joe] Tell me about it.
You're talking to the right guy.
How's it killing you?
- [Jean] Boyfriend left.
- [Joe] I've been there.
Do you love him?
- [Jean] Not especially.
I'm alone.
We all are, here.
Respect, fools get.
Disrespect, I get.
- [Joe] I have respect for you just for making this call.
This is not an easy call to make.
- [Jean] You won't be so arrogant when the police arrive.
(Benny chuckles) - [Joe] You okay?
What's that noise?
- [Jean] It's my mother.
(gentle music) (techno rock music) (kid chuckles) - French? - Haitian.
Rainbow. - Killing me.
- Haitian. - French?
- [Jean] Trustees are harassing me.
- [Joe] Talk to me.
- Reds, blues- - You okay?
- [Jean] Not especially.
Reds, blues, greens.
Haitian. - French?
Hello? - Haitian.
- [Joe] French.
- Police arrive- - Hello?
Talk to me.
What's that noise?
- [Jean] Trustees are harassing me.
- [Joe] You okay?
- Haitian. - French?
- [Jean] Rainbow.
Trustees are harassing me.
Police arrive.
Trustees are harassing me.
Boyfriend left.
Trustees are harassing me.
Respect.
(crowd chattering) - [Joe] Tell me about it?
What's that noise?
Prison?
Respect.
- My mother. - Tell me about it.
What kind of. - Arrogant.
- You okay? - Not especially.
Reds, blues.
- [Joe] Prison?
Been there.
Yes, French, prison?
Been there. - Haitian.
- French. - Rainbow.
- [Joe] Been there.
- Blow my brains out. - Tell me about it.
- [Jean] You won't be so arrogant when the police arrive.
(rock music) I thought you said you hated this place.
- I do.
(chuckles) I've never been here before.
It's cool.
- Let's get out of here.
- [Gina] Okay.
(crowd chattering) - Hey, we got a taxi right here.
Hey, taxi!
Come on.
Let's go, let's go.
(car engine revving) (car door clicks) (car door thuds) (gentle music) ♪ It's not the pale moon ♪ ♪ That excites me ♪ ♪ That thrills and ♪ ♪ Delights me ♪ ♪ Oh, no ♪ ♪ It's just the nearness ♪ ♪ Of you ♪ ♪ It's not in your sweet ♪ ♪ Conversation ♪ ♪ That brings this ♪ ♪ Sensation ♪ ♪ Oh, no ♪ ♪ It's just the nearness ♪ ♪ Of you ♪ (drill whirring) (both speaking indistinctly) (drill whirring) - [Electrician] Jean, get me a Phillips head, will you?
- A-a which?
- [Electrician] Uh, Phillips head screwdriver in the toolbox.
- Su-sure.
(footsteps tapping) (both speaking indistinctly) (tools clattering) (stammers) Phillips head, right?
- Yeah.
(tools clattering) - You don't have any.
- You got one in your hand.
This is a regular screwdriver.
That's a Phillips head, the cross thing.
I'll show you later what all the tools are so you'll know.
- Hi, Rene.
Love you suit.
- Trade you for the shoes.
Listen, can I make a call?
Do you mind?
- No, go ahead.
- [Rene] It's-it's to Paris, Bernard.
You know Bernard.
Yup. - Okay.
- [Rene] Okay.
- [Electrician] Will you say hi to him for me?
- [Rene] I will say hi to him for you.
- Okay. - Thanks.
- But I'm happy with this here.
- You'll get there.
You'll get there.
It's good to have something to fall back on.
That's why I became an electrician.
Pays the rent.
You know, I'm an artist too.
- Oh, cool, I didn't know.
- Oh, sure, I sculpt.
I'm just really finding myself now.
What are you, 20?
- You're just like I was.
(Jean chuckles) I'm gonna be 40 in July.
And you know, man, I'm glad I never got any recognition.
It's given me time to develop.
- Can we lose some of this (exp?
- Yes, oh, no, no, You don't do it. - I can't, I can't see this.
- Excuse me, you.
What's your name?
Could you come over here and move some of this stuff, please?
(footsteps tapping) - My name's Jean Michel Basquiat.
Have you heard of me?
- No, should I have?
- Yeah, I'm a painter too.
- Really?
Too bad.
(chuckles) No, I, I'm kidding.
- Whoever you are, could you please move that stuff someplace else?
We can't see the painting.
(footsteps tapping) - He told you. (laughs) (vehicle engines revving) (horns honking) (footsteps tapping) (camera shutter clicking) (crowd chattering) (gentle music) (gentle music continues) (gentle music continues) (ball thudding) (Jean grunts) - [Benny] Come on, man.
(ball thudding) - No, man. (chuckles) - [Benny] Put out that cigarette, man.
(ball thudding) (board clattering) - Benny man, I didn't think we were actually gonna do this.
- My goodness, you're shattering all my myths, man.
- About what?
- Play some B.
About you being the first half-Rican to play for the Knicks.
Come on, play some B.
Open your arms. - I'm open.
- Open them up. - I'm open.
- [Benny] Look down, there you go.
(ball thuds) (board clattering) - Hey, Benny man, how long you think it takes to get famous?
- For a musician, or a painter?
- Whatever, f-famous?
- Four years. (blows raspberry) (board clatters) Six to get rich.
(ball thudding) First, you're gonna have to dress right, you know?
Then you're gonna have to hang out with famous people.
You know?
Make friends with the right blond people.
Go to the right parties, yeah.
Socialite.
(board clatters) (ball thudding) Then, you gotta do your work all the time when you're not doing that.
But I'm talking about the same kinda work, the same style, so people can recognize it and don't get confused, you know?
Then once you're famous, airborne, you know, you gotta keep doin' it in the same way, even after it's boring, unless you want people to really get mad at you, which they will anyway.
(board clatters) (ball thudding) - Come on, man, let's go.
- Shoot!
Come on.
I mean, famous people are usually pretty (expletive) stup.
You're too smart.
(board clattering) You don't, you don't wanna end up like John Henry, you know, fighting the machine? - (scoffs) John Henry.
- Absolutely.
John Henry was a steel driving man that worked the railroad, pounding in the spikes and laying down the track.
Then one day, they invented a machine to do his job, right?
And he says, he says, "(expleti) that, I'm a man, right?"
So he challenges the machine to a race to lay down a mile of track, right?
(footsteps tapping) It takes two days.
They go neck and neck the whole time.
I mean, right to the end, and he beat the machine by one spike.
But he dropped dead, you know, see?
- B-boom, but he beat it.
- Boom, but he dropped dead.
- But he beat it.
- No, see, you just gotta do your stuff like you do it, man.
It's about integrity, you know.
I mean, you-your friends like you.
I mean, you pound the pussy, what else do you want?
(car door clicks) I mean, everyone walks by, sees your stuff everywhere.
- [Jean] Whoa!
- What? - Warhol!
- That's Andy Warhol.
Mm.
He's a (expletive) homo.
- [Jean] He's the greatest painter in the world.
- No, he paints by numbers, you don't.
What're you doing?
- [Jean] I'm giving him one of these, man.
He should have one. - No, don't give him anything, man.
Trade, trade.
Yeah.
That's what real artists do with each other.
Besides, he'll just use you, man.
He's famous for it.
(footsteps tapping) (door thuds) (crowd chattering) - [Waiter] Can I help you?
- You wanna buy some ignorant art?
10 bucks apiece.
- No, I.
I think it's okay.
- [Waiter] Of course, Mr. Bischofberger.
- Gee, ignorant art, Bruno.
- [Jean] Yeah, you know, like stupid, like ridiculous, crummy art.
- Oh, that sounds good.
That's new.
- [Jean] 10 bucks.
- Well, gee, you didn't work very much on these.
I can give you like five.
Come on, Bruno, you're rich.
Maybe you should talk to Bruno.
- You-you don't even work on your stuff.
- No, it's not how much you work on something that matters.
It's how much you get for them.
- I can get 10.
- These are great, Bruno.
Maybe I'll take two.
I'll take, um.
Let me see these.
I'll take this one and.
Oh, I don't know.
Bruno, can I borrow some money?
- Yeah.
(money rustling) Here.
You have change?
- You made a good deal.
Here, you can have those too.
(footsteps tapping) - [Andy] Oh, let me look at those, Bruno.
- Yeah, but they're mine now, Andy.
Huh?
- Sure, they're yours, Bruno.
Everything good's yours.
(gentle music) (footsteps tapping) (singer vocalizing) - [Benny] Hi.
- (laughs) Hi.
- [Jean] Gina.
- Hi.
Are those for me?
♪ Watchin' girls passin' by ♪ - Bye, Benny.
♪ It ain't the latest thing ♪ (door creaks) ♪ I'm just standin' in a doorway ♪ (door thuds) - Which island of Hawaii you want our house to be on?
Maui?
Kauai?
Oahu?
- I don't know, I hadn't thought about it.
- Maui! (laughs) - Staten Island would be fine.
- Maybe Oahu.
(Jean inhales) No, definitely Maui.
(Jean exhales) Oh, man.
Hey, Gina.
G-Gina?
Do you wanna marry me?
(gentle music) (Jean blows) ♪ You must leave now ♪ ♪ Take what you need ♪ ♪ You think we'll last ♪ ♪ But whatever you wish to keep ♪ ♪ You better grab it fast ♪ ♪ Yonder stands your orphan ♪ ♪ With his gun ♪ ♪ Crying like a fire ♪ ♪ In the sun ♪ ♪ Look out, baby ♪ ♪ The saints are coming through ♪ - Gina.
Hey, hey, Gina.
- [Gina] Hmm?
♪ And it's all over now ♪ - [Gina] What?
♪ Baby blue ♪ (Gina coughs) ♪ The highway ♪ - What'd you do to my dress?
- I-I painted- - Jean, what the (expletive) have you done to my dress?
- I painted it for you, it's beautiful, baby.
- I was wearing this to see my parents this weekend, Jean!
- [Jean] You can still wear it.
- Oh, shi- Oh, oh, that's great, Jean.
Painting all over my (expletive) paintings.
- I couldn't look at them anymore.
(stammers) They're kind of impersonal- - Oh, great.
- You're more complex than that, you know?
- That's really nice.
That's really nice, how do you like it?
How do you like it if I paint all over your (expletive) paintings?
- That looks, that looks good.
- How do you feel about that?
Do you like that?
Do you like me doing that to your (expletive) paintings?
Do you!
Oh, (expletive) you!
(expletive) you! - Gina!
Gina!
(Jean muttering) - Get off me!
(expletive) get off me!
- Come here.
Listen, listen.
Do you know what he's saying?
Do you know what he's saying?
- Who?
Get off me!
- Do you know what he's saying?
He says I'm jealous of the moon, because you look at it.
He's jealous of the sun, because it warms you.
He says I feel you, even when I'm not feeling you.
I talk to you when I'm not talking to you.
I love you even when I'm not loving you.
♪ Leave your stepping stones behind ♪ - You know I love you, Gina.
♪ There's something that calls to you ♪ - [Benny] Willie Mays!
Willie Mays!
♪ Forget the death you've lived ♪ - [Benny] Willie!
♪ That will not follow you ♪ ♪ Your lover ♪ - [Jean] Hey, hey!
Hey, come on up, man. ♪ Has gone ♪ ♪ Through the door ♪ ♪ Has taken all his blankets ♪ ♪ From the floor ♪ ♪ The carpet too ♪ (Gina laughs) ♪ Is folding over you ♪ (men laugh) - I, I heard you the first seven times.
- I'm just saying we got some rehearsal space tonight.
- Hey, it can happen Friday night, right?
We got some people coming to see us.
- And some people always come and see us.
(footsteps tapping) - Bye.
(door creaks) (door thuds) - Hey, Mike, Mike, Mike.
(ball thuds) - Oh!
Benny man, be more careful!
Damn! (door thuds) - Hey.
Gina, Gina, Gina, Gina!
- What?
What?
(lips smacks) No, come on.
Stop it.
- Wait, wait, wait.
Okay.
(footsteps tapping) What would you do if I kiss you?
- You're out of your mind, Benny.
You should take more drugs.
(upbeat music) (Benny scoffs) (footsteps tapping) (door clicks) (crowd chattering) - Hey, Rockets!
- [Rocket] Hey, man.
- Hey, hey, Rockets, can I have this?
- [Rocket] Yeah.
- You got, you got the key?
- Yeah, I got it.
♪ Dance, dance, dance ♪ ♪ Talk, talk, talk ♪ - Hang on a second.
♪ Well, the walls are so thick that I can't even walk ♪ ♪ Dance, dance, dance ♪ ♪ Talk, talk, talk ♪ ♪ Well, the walls are so thick that I can't even walk ♪ (crowd chattering) (frame clatters) - [Rocket] Did you do this, man?
- (stammers) Yeah, yeah, I gave that to Maripol.
She let me stay here for a while.
- You do one for me, and it's free.
♪ No, you can't be funky ♪ ♪ You can't be funky ♪ ♪ You can't be funky if you haven't got a soul ♪ ♪ You can't be funky ♪ ♪ You can't be funky ♪ ♪ You can't be funky if you haven't got a soul ♪ - Rene, look.
Quick, check him out.
He's right there, look.
He's kind of cute, right?
(Rene laughing) - Those silver things on his cowboy boots.
No, honey, I don't think so.
I gotta take a pee.
♪ Well, the walls are so thick that I can't even walk ♪ ♪ Dance, dance, dance ♪ ♪ Talk, talk, talk ♪ - Amazing.
♪ Well, the walls are so thick that I can't even walk ♪ - Who did this?
- How the (expletive) should I?
- That's Samo, man.
The dude that was just here.
Yo, Benny, where- ♪ You can't be a lover if you've got no control ♪ ♪ You can't be funky if you haven't got a soul ♪ - Hey!
Come here, man!
He's right there.
Look!
- Here, give me that. - Right there, right there.
♪ You can't be funky ♪ ♪ You can't be funky ♪ ♪ You can't be funky if you haven't got a soul ♪ - Keep your eyes on him.
Don't lose him!
- Yo, Samo!
♪ You can't be funky ♪ ♪ You can't be funky ♪ ♪ If you haven't got a soul ♪ (upbeat music) - Hello!
Hi!
Hello, hi! ♪ Well, you can't be funky ♪ - [Rene] Excuse me!
Excuse me! ♪ You can't be funky ♪ - That's your painting up there, back at that loft?
- Oh, at the party at Maripol's.
Yeah.
Y-you like it?
(Rene panting) - You know Albert Milo?
- Of course.
- I made that (expletive).
Rene Ricard.
You didn't read "Not About Albert Milo?"
(Rene panting) Listen, I know who to hype.
I will make you a star.
- You can put me in the ring with Milo?
- I can put you in the ring with him.
I can set the dates.
(Rene panting) But the big boys know how to fight.
Make you look real sissy.
(Rene panting) God, I saw that painting.
It made me ashamed to own anything.
So, Samo.
- "Say-mo."
- Samo.
You got a real name?
- Jean Michel Basquiat.
- Well, that sounds famous already.
(Rene panting) You want some coffee?
Come on.
(footsteps tapping) Come on.
Come on.
- Hey, hey, hey, who-who are those fools with the binoculars?
(Rene laughs) (upbeat music) (crowd laughing and chattering) (footsteps tapping) (frame thuds) (hammer thudding) - Child, you got no respect at all.
Nobody taught you how to mount paintings?
You know me.
When it comes to a mounting, the rougher the better.
A very important season in New York, Jean.
One's public appearance is absolute.
(crowd chattering and laughing) (upbeat music) Oh, geez, Louise!
Come here, doll.
This is Jean Michel Basquiat, Henry.
- Hi, this is my friend Rob.
- Hi, Rob.
- Rob. - Hi.
Jean Michel.
- So, you're, uh, Samo.
- "Say-mo," darling.
- [Henry] I really like your graffiti.
- I was a kid then.
- How much for that one?
- That one?
For you or the museum?
- [Henry] It's for me.
- Two.
- I'll take it.
- [Rene] Darn right you'll take it.
- [Henry] Come on, Rob.
- Bye, nice meeting you.
That's $2,000, hmm?
$2,000.
And he's from the Metropolitan Museum of Art, so suck my pussy, you star.
(lips smack) - Gina, you look (expletive) beautiful.
- Yeah?
Really? (giggles) - Yeah.
(lips smack) - It looks good.
(crowd chattering) - Ages, ages!
Come here, I want you to meet somebody.
Jean.
Jean, this is Annina.
Annina, this is Jean Michel Basquiat.
- Hi, I'm so happy to meet you, because Rene refused to give me your telephone number.
- Finders keepers, doll.
- My next show is called "Public Address," but you don't fit.
(Rene scoffs) - What do you mean, I don't fit?
I fit.
- I can't show you in my gallery because you don't have any paintings.
- Hello!
Hello!
- Well, um, give me some money, I'll make you some.
- Would 300 do?
- Yeah, sure, but. (chuckles) I don't have a space.
- I could find a place for you to work.
- Hey, do you want a taste?
- (chuckles) No, thanks.
- Jean, you're doing very well.
Very well.
- Who is that?
(crowd chattering and laughing) - Okay.
You are so full of (expletive),.
How do you know Bruno Bischofberger?
- I had lunch with him once.
- Oh, did we?
(footsteps tapping) - [Gina] Hmm, kind of a family portrait.
It looks done.
- You think so?
- Mm-hmm.
- I think it could use some babies.
- Babies with you?
- What's wrong with me?
- Oh, you're your own baby.
(knuckles rapping) Who is it?
- [Annina] Annina Nosei.
- [Gina] Who?
- [Annina] Annina.
(door clicks) - [Gina] Hello.
Oh, it's you.
- Is Jean Michel here?
- [Gina] No.
- I'm here to see some work.
(footsteps tapping) (door thuds) - There's some right there.
- Oh.
These are great.
- [Gina] Aren't they?
- I like these.
I'll take these.
- I think you should probably talk to him about that.
- Uh, do Rene and Jean have a contract together?
- No.
- [Annina] I think he's ready for a show.
- [Gina] Really, when?
- [Annina] Next month.
- You know, I think you should probably talk to him about all this.
(door thuds) - When?
- How about right now?
- Well, I'll-I'll go get ready.
I'll be ready in one minute.
(footsteps tapping) (door clicks and creaks) (footsteps tapping) (door thuds) (footsteps tapping) - [Annina] This is it.
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(upbeat band music) In the background, we have the choicest collection of modern musicians gathered together by Barry Udinov, editor of Metronome magazine.
Dizzy Gillespie, trumpet.
(trumpet music) Charlie Parker, alto sax.
(alto sax music) John LaPorta, clarinet.
(clarinet music) Billy Bauer, guitar.
(guitar music) Lenny Tristano!
(drum music) Lenny Tristano, piano.
(piano music) That was Max Roach at the drums.
And Ray Brown on the bass.
(bass music) ♪ Ooh-white ♪ ♪ White ♪ ♪ Ooh-white lines ♪ ♪ Vision dreams of passion ♪ ♪ Going through my mind ♪ ♪ And all the while I think of you ♪ ♪ Pipeline ♪ ♪ A very strange reaction ♪ ♪ Yours to unwind ♪ ♪ The more I see the more I do ♪ ♪ Something of a phenomenon ♪ ♪ Baby ♪ ♪ Telling your body to come along ♪ ♪ 'Cause white lines ♪ ♪ Blow away ♪ ♪ Blow ♪ ♪ Rock ♪ - That is beautiful.
(footsteps tapping) I really love this.
Never tell a painter you like anything.
They'll invariably change it.
(phone ringing) (footsteps tapping) (phone clatters) Hello?
Yeah, but he's not here right now.
Hang on a second.
It's Benny.
He wants to know why you're not at band practice.
- (expletive)!
I forgot about that.
- [Rene] Are you Tony Bennett?
- Huh?
- Are you Tony Bennett?
You sing on stage?
You paint in your spare time?
- I didn't know Tony Bennett painted.
- That's my point, exactly.
Hello.
Hello?
(phone clatters) - Rene, (stammers) if you're so smart, what are you doing down in this basement with me?
- You are the news, and I want the scoop.
Look, when I speak, no one believes me.
When I write it down, people know it's true.
There's never been a Black painter in art history who's been considered really important, you know that?
- Are you a writer or a white writer?
- I may be white, but I'm a (expletive).
You ask anybody.
- What time is it?
- It's 5:11.
(footsteps tapping) - That one's for you.
(footsteps tapping) - [Jean] Hey, it's the big A.M.
- Hey.
Rene's been telling me about your work.
Is that finished yet?
- [Jean] Um.
I don't know.
- When's your show?
- Two weeks.
Hey, h-how was yours?
- I haven't decided yet.
That's nice, I like that.
Hey, baby.
Come on over.
I'm gonna make a painting of you.
- [Rene] You got any coffee?
- Yeah, I've got, uh, coffee, cream cheese, bagels.
Thanks for lettin' me stop by.
That could use a little bit more pink.
- It doesn't need the pink.
See ya.
(footsteps tapping) (Jean sniffs) (footsteps tapping) - [Woman] Oh, Albert Milo, what a pleasure it is to meet you.
- [Albert] This is my friend, Rene Ricard.
We're Tom and Cynthia Kruger.
- [Rene] It's a pleasure.
- [Cynthia] It's very nice to have met you.
(footsteps tapping) - This is Tom and Cynthia Kruger.
- I heard.
- This is Jean Michel Basquiat.
- Hi - You've seen the Samo graffiti everywhere.
That's his.
This is the true voice of the gutter.
- I've seen the graffiti, and I've heard wonderful things about your paintings.
Everybody's talking about you.
Your ears must be burning.
- Most of these are reserved already.
After Thursday, this work will not be available.
It's a beautiful painting, and it's still free.
- I don't know.
I don't know if I could live with this one.
It's.
I like it, but the green is sort of institutional.
- Sweetheart, have you been in an institution lately?
(footsteps tapping) - Boom!
Jean-Claude Killy!
- There's my (expletive).
What's up, man?
What's happening?
You's a lucky-ass (expletive) to be gettin' paid for this (exple.
- You like it, man?
- Not bad.
Yeah, I do.
- It's fascinating, his choice of crossing out words that way. (chuckles) - Yes, well, they are more meaningful in their absence, no?
- Yeah, J.M., what does it mean?
- I don't know.
I just don't know if I can live with the green.
- Y-you want me to make it a nice (expletive) brown?
- I beg your pardon.
Nobody makes fun of my wife but me.
- I don't know, I just can't make up my mind.
I really like this one, but it's just- It's the green.
- Get a (expletive) decorator. (sighs) T-these paintings aren't even done yet.
(Gina mutters) (footsteps tapping) - We'll take the green one.
(gentle music) (vehicle engines revving) - Oh!
How can I thank you?
- Maybe I can squeeze your titties?
- Oh! (chuckles) - Want a mac? - No.
- Have a mac. - I want my scarf.
- Have a mac.
- No, I don't want a mac.
Give me my scarf.
- Sweetheart, I dare you to break my heart.
- Oh, man!
- [Jean] I dare you to break my heart.
Have a mac.
- No, I don't eat junk food.
- Let's go to Lutece.
- Oh, what, you're paying?
- You coming?
- (chuckles) No.
- I'm gonna keep the scarf anyway.
- [Woman] No, you're not, it's mine.
- What's your name?
- I ain't tellin' you, too fast.
- No name? - No.
- How about if I call you Big Pink?
(Big Pink laughs) - Come on!
♪ Am I hot enough ♪ - [Big Pink] Hurry up!
- [Jean] Baby, I'm coming.
(both laughing) ♪ Am I rich enough ♪ ♪ I'm not to blind to see ♪ - What are you doing?
(expletive), you're so loaded!
What'd you do, rob a bank?
Where are you taking me?
- We're going, uh, like I said.
- Yeah, right, is that real money?
(Big Pink laughing) ♪ Music on the radio ♪ ♪ Come on, baby ♪ ♪ Sit by me ♪ (door clicks) - You want a tuna fish sandwich?
♪ Am I hot enough ♪ - Yeah.
♪ Am I rough enough ♪ ♪ Am I rich enough ♪ ♪ I'm not too blind to see ♪ - (expletive)!
- Where'd you get the scarf?
- Oh, it's a present I picked up for you.
(gentle music) Let me see.
♪ You're pretty, pretty pretty, pretty ♪ - [Jean] You look like an angel.
♪ You're such a pretty pretty, pretty girl ♪ (gentle music) (gentle music continues) (gentle music continues) (gentle music continues) (door clicking) (door creaks) (door clatters) - Jean?
(bag thuds) (keys jingle) (shoes thud) Jean?
(footsteps tapping) Hey, wake up.
(lips smack) Jean?
Jean.
Jean, wake up.
Jean, wake up.
Oh, my God!
(Gina crying) (Jean coughing) (Gina crying) (Jean coughing) Oh!
(lips smack) Oh!
(lips smacking) (Jean groaning) Oh!
(Jean groaning) (Jean groaning) (horn honking) (Jean exhaling) - Honk the horn again, please.
(horn honking) (door clicks) Look at him.
(footsteps tapping) - What?
(footsteps tapping) (car door clicks) There are sick people living in this building.
- What time is it, Benny man?
Uh, Thompson and Spring, please.
(car door thuds) What time is it, man?
Wh-what time.
You're (expletive) late, that's what time it is!
- What's the rush, John Henry?
- It's Jean Michel.
- [Benny] Toke?
(Jean inhales) - [Jean] What the (expletive)'s your problem, man?
- I don't have any (expletive) problems.
- Then what do you have?
Give me my joint, man!
- Check you out!
You get a little attention, then you start acting all uppity and (expletive) with me.
- Wh-what's that about?
- About what?
- [Jean] What's, what's that about?
- What?
- Wh-what just.
You mean like uppity (expletive?
(Jean muttering) - What gives you the audacity to even think that, man?
Hey, for all you know, you might just be a flash in the pan, man.
And let me tell you, you can never tell.
- You're just jealous 'cause it ain't happening to you.
(Benny chuckles) - Think what you want, man.
(expletive) you.
Making me feel bad, man.
Yo!
Yo, pull over.
Pull over.
(car engine revving) (car door thuds) (car engine revving) (gentle music) (gentle music continues) (crowd chattering) (camera shutter clicking) - [Woman] I remember when I was a little girl, our house caught on fire.
- Yo, Andy, man. - Jean.
- Ooh, that jacket.
Can I paint that?
- Well.
Wow, you look great.
Your show looks great.
(footsteps tapping) (crowd chattering) I can't believe you did all these in your basement.
You kids can do anything.
Oh, Mary, this is Jean.
Jean, this is Mary Boone.
She, she's showing all the great new painters.
- Yeah, I met her already.
- Yeah, you should be very pleased.
It's a very handsome show.
- Yeah.
- It's just in the wrong gallery.
- Mm-hmm.
(camera shutter clicks) - Yeah.
I'll see you later at dinner, though.
- Yeah, are you coming?
- Yeah.
- Jean, your parents are here.
- Oh, those aren't my parents.
- Those are not his parents?
- Well, one of them is.
- Which one?
- [Jean] Hey, Dad.
- [Annina] You must be very proud.
- Very proud.
Quite a production.
- So tell me, how does it feel to have a genius in the family?
- [Father] Good.
- Lucky for you, I only have convicts in my family.
(crowd chattering) ♪ And when I was 12 years old ♪ ♪ My daddy took me to the circus ♪ ♪ The Greatest Show On Earth ♪ - Jean, great show, man.
- Yeah, yeah.
- Hey, hey, step into the office.
- That's mine.
- I can't.
- Hey, it's a gift, man!
It's a gift!
♪ As I sat there watching ♪ - Jean, come on, this guy wants to take a picture.
♪ I don't what but ♪ - Come on, come on.
He won't bite.
- Ooh, wow.
- Twisted his arm, but here he is.
- Gentlemen, a little tighter.
- Hey, Albert!
Hey, get in the picture, man.
- Come on, beautiful.
(footsteps tapping) - Yeah, still a great suit.
- Of the painters, please. - Hmm?
- Of the painters. - The painters.
- Yeah, no, that's better, go on.
- Mr. Bischofberger, please.
(camera shutter clicks) - Thank you. - Hey, Mom, Dad.
Jackie.
Andy, you know Andy.
- How are you? - Hi, yeah.
Great color. - This is Jean Michel.
This is my wife, Jack.
This is Jack, that's Esther, my mom and dad.
- Are your folks here?
- Um, my, my dad's here with his wife, but my mom couldn't make it.
- On such a special occasion?
Why?
- She's sick.
- Oh, I'm sorry.
I don't indulge.
Thank you.
- That's cool.
- Jean Michel, may I talk to you, please?
- Sure.
- [Jack] Andy, you want to take my picture?
- Uh, yeah.
(footsteps tapping) - I hear you're leaving Annina, huh?
Now, you know I love your painting.
I would like to represent you worldwide.
We start with a show in Zurich.
And later, I get us a partner in New York.
Maybe Mary Boone, huh?
Yeah?
Now, I especially like this painting.
I would like to have that for my own private collection.
- No, I wasn't gonna sell that one.
- No?
Well, you shouldn't have shown it.
I mean, this is the one.
I absolutely have to have this one.
I mean, this is super fantastic.
Oh, Jean Michel, I must have it.
Hey, I absolutely must have this painting.
- [Bruno] Okay, sure.
(Bruno laughs) - Oh, thank you.
Ah, thank you.
(crowd chattering) - (stammers) Can I borrow your limousine?
I'll bring it back to you in an hour.
- Oh, it's okay.
Yeah, just have them drop you at Mr. Chows.
We'll all be there.
- Cool, cool.
- It's a great show.
♪ Let's break out the booze ♪ ♪ And have a ball ♪ - (expletive) little whore, you sold my painting?
- I, I can make you another one.
- You sold my (expletive) paint!
Brother, let me tell you something.
When you are climbing up that ladder of success, you do not kick out the (expletive) rungs.
And you believe that (expletive!
- Rene!
- [Rene] (expletive) off!
- [Rene] What is it about art anyway that we give it so much importance?
Art is so respected by the poor because what they do is an honest way to get out of the slum.
Using one's sheer self as the medium.
The money earned, proof, pure and simple, of the value of that individual, the artist.
The picture a mother's son does in jail hangs on the wall as proof that beauty is possible even in the most wretched.
And this is a much different idea than the fancier notion that art is a scam and a rip-off.
But you could never explain to someone who uses God's gift to enslave that you have used God's gift to be free.
(crowd chattering) (gentle music) - Hey, hey, man, turn that up.
"Bird," man.
- I really, really, really admire you, man.
- Me, why?
- Uh, I mean, you did it.
I mean, you made it.
(Jean sniffing) You know, I, (stammers) I'm a painter too.
(horn honking) - Oh, yeah?
- Come check out my studio some time?
- Sure.
- I love it, man.
"Plush, safe he think."
- What's your name, man?
- Uh, (stammers) they call me Steve, man, but I prefer Shenge.
- Shenge.
You want a job?
(crowd chattering) - Good evening, Annina's waiting for you.
- Jean, Jean.
Mr. Chow, a chair, please.
To a great show, Jean.
(group clapping) - Cheers. - Yeah.
- [Woman] Cheers, here's to you.
(group clapping) - He used to.
Nixon used to have a place at the Waldorf-Astoria.
But then he moved to Saddle River, New Jersey.
- Saddle River, New York.
- Saddle River's in New Jersey.
- Saddle River's in New York.
- It's in New Jersey. - It's in New York!
- [Warhol] Saddle River's in New Jersey. - In New York!
- I hear your show already sold out.
- It's in New Jersey. - It's in New York!
- There is a very important collector interested in buying some of your work.
- It's in New Jersey. - New York!
- Bring him by the studio sometime.
I have some other stuff to show him.
- Saddle River's in New York!
- Oh, I didn't know that, did you, Henry?
- Here.
- A bottle of your best champagne, darling.
Hi, Michael.
Hello.
Hi.
(lips smack) Darling.
Well, you cannot buy advertising like this.
This will be the most glamorous party you'll have here all fall, guaranteed.
Oh, my.
Could I get some of that imitation crab?
I'm just famished.
And a chair, please!
Dominic, chair.
Well, that was a lovely show.
Absolutely lovely, but hey, we're no longer collecting art, we're buying people, aren't we?
- Shut up, Rene.
- Oh, Andy, please.
Everything's over your head, we all know that.
Even Mr. Chow's menu's over your head.
God, that's beautiful.
Look at that.
Gorgeous.
Gorgeous.
Look at that, is he not great?
That is an absolutely stupendous piece of work.
Thank you.
He owes me one.
Doesn't he, Bruno?
- You're too much, Rene.
Get this guy out of here.
- Oh, come.
Please!
Relax.
Can I have my chair, please?
♪ You'll never miss me ♪ - Oh, come on, I haven't eaten a thing.
I am starved to death, darling.
Please, get your hands off me.
It's okay, we're friends.
We're friends, please, (expleti.
Get your (expletive) hands off me, you (expletive)!
I want a chair!
♪ Why must we say adieu ♪ - I want a chair!
All right, I'm going, I'm going.
Get your (expletive) hands off!
Get your (expletive) hands off!
We're friends, friends!
(expletive)!
(expletive) off.
Get your (expletive) hands off, you (expletive)!
Okay, I'm going!
- [Man] I've left Diana Vreeland waiting long enough.
(man singing indistinctly) - It was such a good drawing, Jean Michel.
You should do another one for Michael.
- Perhaps some other time, Andy.
♪ There ♪ (man singing in foreign language) ♪ There ♪ ♪ I lost my station ♪ - It's great that people are interested, but if anyone's going to buy anything, I'll handle it for you.
Everything goes through the gallery, even if they come to your studio.
♪ Oh, Paris please ♪ - Sure, sure.
♪ Stay the same ♪ (crowd cheering and clapping) (lighter clicks) - You've had 23 one-man shows.
You've been in 43 group shows from Zurich to Tokyo.
You've had over 50 articles written about you.
You've, uh, switched galleries how many times?
You've deejayed in the hottest clubs.
(interviewer clears throat) One of the youngest artists ever to be included in the Whitney biennial.
Produced a rap record.
It's said you're quite the ladies' man.
- [Jean] Hmm?
- You dated Madonna a couple of months, right?
All this at the ripe old age of 24.
One might ask, is there anything left for Jean Michel Basquiat to do?
Hey, bottom line, what is it gets you out of bed in the morning?
(Jean chuckles) - I, I hate this, man, turn that off.
- What?
Oh, come on.
No, it's all right.
Look, come back.
I can do better.
Please, please.
Oh.
Thank you.
Okay, ready?
You ready?
(interviewer sighs) Can you decipher this for us?
- Decipher?
Just words.
- Yeah, I understand, but whose words are these?
I mean, where do you take them from?
- I don't know.
Would you, would you ask like, a musician, like, would you ask, ask Miles, like, where'd, where'd you get that note from?
- [Interviewer] Hmm.
- I mean, um.
Where, where do you take your words from?
You know?
- Right.
- [Jean] Everywhere.
- What's that?
The three circles.
- Here? - Yeah.
- [Jean] Uh, it's a flea.
- Looks like a chicken.
- Trust me, it's a flea.
- And that, in the black box?
(Jean exhales) - Those, those are parasites.
- Flea, parasite, and 46 and 47?
- Yes, it, it says leeches.
It's number 46 and 47 (stammers) in a list of, of thousands of leeches on, on this planet.
- What's the difference between- - Between a flea, parasite and a leech?
Hardly any.
- Why are people so crudely drawn?
- Well, most people tend to be pretty, (clears throat) generally pretty crude.
I really don't know that many refined people.
- Come on.
- Yeah, yeah, th-that looks, that looks good like that, man.
- [Interviewer] Okay.
What's that?
- Oh, it's, uh, pile of tires I painted.
- I knew that.
(lighter clicks) Do you consider yourself some kind of primal expressionist?
- You, you mean a primate?
Like, an ape?
- Do you consider yourself a painter, or a Black painter?
- Oh, I use a lot of colors, not just black.
- And, uh. - Wha, uh.
It's more a creole, you know?
And what I mean by creole is that, it's a mix of Africa and Europe.
In much the same way that an African in Haiti speaks French.
- Your father's from Haiti.
- Mm-hmm.
- How do you respond to being called "The pickaninny of the art world?"
(Jean exhales) - Who said, who said that?
- That's from Time magazine.
- No, no, no, no, no, they said I was the Eddie Murphy of the art world. (laughs) - Oh. (chuckles) My mistake. (laughs) (interviewer clears throat) Let me just open something up here.
You, you come from a middle class home.
Your father's an accountant.
Why did you live in a cardboard box in Tompkins Square?
Do you feel that you're being exploited or, um, are you yourself exploiting the, uh, white, uh, image of the Black, uh, artist from the ghetto.
You know?
- Ghetto?
I don't exploit it, no.
Other people. (chuckles) See, you made me put my foot in my mouth.
Other people, it's possible, other people might exploit it, it's possible.
- Is it true, um, your mother resides in a mental institution?
Is that right?
You angry?
(Jean inhales) - Now, right now?
- No, as an artist.
In general.
Okay, good.
That's good.
Thank you.
(pensive music) (wings flapping) (pensive music continues) (wings flapping) (pensive music continues) (wings flapping) (urine sloshing) - [Jean] Dad, I'm home.
- Oh, hi, Jean.
That's great, Frank.
Can you, I don't know, whiz over here?
More that way.
- W-what's with the wigs?
- [Andy] Oh, I'm gonna give 'em to people for Christmas.
- You, you think that's a good present?
Who-who wants an old wig?
- Yeah, sure.
- Oh, piss painting.
- Not piss painting, Jean.
Oxidation art.
- Yeah, I hate cleaning brushes too.
- I'm going to do some more of these.
Frank's been drinking this great Mexican beer, and it makes it go this great green.
- (stammers) Why aren't you peeing on them yourself?
- I don't like beer.
(crowd chattering) (can clanks) - Um, can I get some caviar, please?
(bottle thuds) Oh, I, can I taste it first?
Is that the best you have?
- Yes, it's the best.
- I'll take the whole tin.
- That's $3,000.
- Hey, Andy.
Can I get $3,000?
For, for this caviar?
- Jean.
We could go to Russia for that.
- Yeah, yeah, just put the caviar on the card and I'll get the rest.
Do you check everybody's bills or just mine?
- Just yours.
- Just gimme my (expletive), ma.
Yeah, but what he said was locked in the basement, you know, I mean, it had such a nasty ring to it.
- Mm.
- If, if I was white, they would have just said "artist in residence."
I just wish they'd quit writing (expletive) about me.
(footsteps tapping) - No, Jean, that's good.
At least they're interested.
(Jean sighs) - (stammers) And then, everyone's payin', like, top dollar for, for, uh, anything with, with Samo on it.
- Mm. - Scraps of paper, uh, refrigerator doors.
- Sure, yeah.
- The other day, I, I, I, I wanted to buy a pack of cigarettes, so I did this drawing for $2.
- Uh-huh.
- And, um, this gallery called me a week later said, "Somebody's offering us $5,000 for the same drawing, should I buy it?"
- Wow.
- I said, I said, I said, "Yeah, sure, buy it, it sounds like a good deal to me."
- Sure, buy it, that's a good deal, yeah.
But you've got to stop giving them away!
You know?
Oh, Comme Des Garcons want me to, like, model from them.
Maybe you could do that with me.
- Yeah, yeah, I could do that.
You could teach me.
- I couldn't, I couldn't teach you anything.
You're a natural.
You kidding me?
Maybe you could join my modeling agency.
- They asked me to do the Mike Todd room at the Palladium.
Should I do that?
- Isn't Albert Milo doing that?
- They asked him before they asked me?
- Gee, I don't know.
- (expletive), I'm not doing that.
(footsteps tapping) I gotta get out of New York.
- Hey, we could go to Pittsburgh!
I kinda grew up there.
They have this room there with all the world's famous statues in.
So you don't even have to go to Europe anymore.
Just go to Pittsburgh.
- Boom, Duckman!
- Oh, yeah.
When I was little, my brother and I had two pet ducks.
We called them the Garcia brothers.
(Jean chuckles) Jean, did you see my dermatologist yet?
(footsteps tapping) - Say, Gina, Gina!
I'm sorry.
I thought you were a friend.
(footsteps tapping) - Welcome back to Barbetta, maestro.
Haven't seen you in long time.
(footsteps tapping) How was your show in Europe?
- It was good. - Good.
We have an excellent Brunero Di Mont-al-Cino.
- What year?
- '73. - Sure.
- So how are you doing?
- I was gonna get you some flowers, I forgot.
- So, I hear you've been hanging out with Andy.
He seems like he's pretty weird.
- He's not, you know.
And he calls me every day when he's, he's out of town, what's weird about him?
- Oh, well, you know, a lot of people think that he's using you.
- Why does everyone say that?
I mean, he's the only person who doesn't need- Never mind.
(group chattering and laughing) So, what have you been up, been up to?
- Well, I'm starting med school at Columbia in the fall.
- Yeah? - Yeah.
Pretty excited about it, actually.
And Rene hired me as his secretary.
He's getting his poems published.
- I hate that (expletive).
How is he?
- He's the same.
(liquor sloshes) - That's fine.
(footsteps tapping) (liquor sloshes) Giorgio?
- [Giorgio] Yes, Mr. Basquiat?
- [Jean] You see, you see this table behind me?
- [Giorgio] Yes.
- [Jean] Put their bill on my tab.
- [Giorgio] All right.
- Giorgio.
- Yes, Mr. Basquiat?
- Don't tell them anything.
Just do it, please.
- Of course not, Mr. Basquiat.
(footsteps tapping) - Why?
- I mean, what year is this?
(Gina sighs) I think about you a lot, you know.
And me, (stammers) and the future, and, 'cause, I'm, I'm, I'm gonna.
In my head, I had all these things I was gonna say, but, but they don't work.
I'm sorry.
I'm sorry.
- You don't, you don't need to be sorry.
Well, you know, one good thing came out of it.
I realized I'm a really bad painter. (chuckles) It was, it was a relief.
- I'm glad I could help.
I have to go to the bathroom.
(gentle music) ♪ Well, they're lyin' in a ♪ ♪ Two mad dog ♪ ♪ You're in tune to it ♪ ♪ Three shots for a dollar with real live dogs ♪ ♪ All their lives and futures ♪ ♪ I believe them so well ♪ ♪ Take them back ♪ ♪ Take them back ♪ ♪ To your red house ♪ ♪ For that fearful leap into the dark ♪ - Well, gee, Jean.
That was my favorite part.
(paint brush rustling) - Mm-mm.
It needed, it need more, more, more white.
That's better.
- You make me feel so worthless.
You're so famous now.
(footsteps tapping) - Famous.
I don't even have any friends anymore, aside from you.
(chuckles) And everyone says, "Warhol, that death-warmed-over person on drugs, he's just using you."
(paper rustling) - Well, maybe you just shouldn't take things so seriously.
Bruno called.
He said that people in Europe are saying you're burning your candle at both ends.
Well, I think it's awful that people are talking like that.
I think you should, like, I don't know, stick around.
Prove them wrong.
- No one thought I could make it in the first place, you know?
And then when it happened, they said, yeah, but he'll never keep it up.
Now they say I'm killing myself, stuff like this.
But then, then when I clean up, and they say, look, his art's dead.
(Jean muttering) I don't care anyway, because, you know, I'm clean now.
I'm healthy.
- That's just not true, Jean.
I mean, you phone me at 4:00 in the m- What are you doing?
You're painting out everything I do!
Wow.
Oh, that's great.
System with just the M.
- Yeah, it's better.
- You really think so?
God.
I can't even see what's good anymore.
Okay, I see what you mean about that white.
- After the show, let's take a nice long vacation.
Go to Hawaii.
You wanna go to Hawaii?
That's what I'm gonna do.
I'm gonna go to Maui, open a tequila factory, write poetry, play music again.
But give up this painting (expletive).
I wanna sing.
- Boy, that would be a pity.
You're a real painter.
(footsteps tapping) - Poster came out great.
Jean Michel sent this.
- Great.
(Andy sighing) (Andy sighs) (Jean exhales) - [Jean] Hey, that's mine.
What's up?
- Hey, hey, hey.
Mind your own (expletive) business.
- Yeah, my man Samo gonna make us rich.
- Hey, what the (expletive)?
What the (expletive) is your problem?
- [Jean] Now it's worth more.
(suspenseful music) (fists thudding) (Jean groaning) - I'm, I'm Samo.
- What did he say?
- He says he's Samo.
- [Jean] I'm Samo.
(Jean groans) (vocalist singing in foreign language) - [Mary] Jean Michel, crawling from the wreckage.
- I need a dealer.
- You have a bunch of them already, don't you?
(Jean sighs) - Hey, Mary Boone, did I ever tell you my grandfather was an oyster man?
(footsteps tapping) You know what that means? - Mary!
Mary, can we, uh, can we switch these?
(stammers) This should be here.
You know, you should see it when you walk in.
That, that should be there.
Hi, Jean.
You know?
- [Mary] I like it there.
- [Albert] Could we switch 'em?
Yeah?
- Well, yes, we can switch them, we'll rehang them.
- That's good.
That's good there.
(footsteps tapping) - So, so, so what do you think?
I said I need a dealer.
- We could talk about it.
- Here I am.
- No, no, no, no, I'll, I'll just, I'll come by your studio.
Thursday at 3:30.
- What are you doin'?
- Nothin'.
- You wanna come over?
- What for?
- I'm your friend.
- Yeah, see you in an hour.
- Good, all right.
(footsteps tapping) - So, so, so, what's wrong with tomorrow?
- I'm busy, I'm busy!
Okay?
I'll, I'll come by your studio, Thursday at 3:30. - 3:30.
Yeah, yeah, I'll fit you in.
(footsteps tapping) Yeah, I might, might even make you some gumbo.
(footsteps tapping) - Excuse me.
Is this gallery open?
- Uh, yeah.
No, no, please come back later.
(gentle music) - You like that painting?
I painted that for a friend of mine who died.
Okay, that's good, that's good.
(vocalist singing in foreign language) Hey, Jean.
Hang, hang on.
Jean.
This is a, a backdrop, for the, uh, Kabuki theater in Japan.
Sort of a rebirth painting.
I painted it for, for Joseph Beuys.
Felt like maybe he could have painted it, or someone else was painting it instead of me.
I like it, it's good.
Thanks.
I'll be up in about 10 minutes.
Cortes.
- [Jean] I know it.
- You know?
You know Cortes? - Of course.
- Here.
You know the Chinese calligraphers?
(door clicks) They used to change their name mid-career, so they could start over as someone else.
(vocalist singing in foreign language) - Do you ever get sick of it?
- What, spaghetti?
- No, no, the whole thing.
Painting.
- No.
Huh!
That's the one of the few things that makes me happy.
- [Jean] Spaghetti?
- No, painting.
I used to, I used to cook for a living.
Uh, that I got sick of.
You know, I still have a rash from those white bucks?
(Jean mutters) (utensils clank) Hey.
Eddie.
Are we still on the, uh, lapdog remark?
- That, that's completely different, though.
I mean, I think Eddie Murphy's cool, you know?
- Yeah, but he can't paint.
Not that I know of.
- What about the (expletive) they write?
- Let me tell you something.
There's about 10 people on the planet who know anything about painting.
And Andy's one of them.
You know, (stammers) your audience isn't even born yet.
Personally, I'm surprised when anybody comes to my openings.
- I haven't felt like talking to him since that thing came out.
I mean, I'm nobody's mascot, you know?
Did he say that?
Did he- - As long as I've known Andy, he's never asked me for a thing, except to speak to you about getting off drugs.
And, and he's painted my picture, I've painted his picture, you know, we've, we've eaten dinner together.
He doesn't care about me, he cares about you.
You're the one he cares about.
You're his friend.
- Did he say that?
- Listen, (expletive) that article!
It doesn't matter.
Forget about it.
Come on, eat.
Good conversation is hard to find in this town.
(door creaks) - Papa, the TV's broken.
Can you fix it?
- Sure, honey.
I'll be there in a minute.
(vocalist singing in foreign language) She knows more about painting than Eddie Murphy.
(Jean chuckles softly) (footsteps tapping) (gentle music) - [Stella] Your hair was different the last time I saw you.
It's nice.
- [Jean] (stammers) Do you like your Dad's paintings?
- Some of 'em.
- Hmm!
Stand still, Stella.
(upbeat rock music) You can keep it.
- [Stella] Thanks.
(door thuds) (footsteps tapping) ♪ She's dancing ♪ ♪ He's dreaming ♪ (lips smack) - You're much prettier than that.
Where'd Jean go?
- He just left.
- He did?
♪ She's dancing ♪ ♪ He is dreaming ♪ (footsteps tapping) (door clicks) ♪ She's dancing ♪ ♪ I'm dreaming again ♪ (urine sloshing) ♪ And I'll love you ♪ (door thuds) ♪ Forever ♪ ♪ I'll love you ♪ - He's (expletive) in our hall.
♪ 'Til the end ♪ - [Albert] Really.
♪ Your green lights are changing ♪ ♪ That I hold in my hand ♪ ♪ You can see this candle burning ♪ ♪ It only burns for you ♪ (footsteps tapping) ♪ And in my eyes are tiny tears ♪ - Hey.
Hey, hey, Duckman.
Can I get two ducks, man?
(vehicle engines revving) (horns honking) (footsteps tapping) (footsteps tapping) - No, please, please, go away.
- Baby, it's me.
It's me.
- Oh, it's you.
(sniffs) What a day.
- What's this mean?
Do, do I look that bad?
(Bruno sighs) What's the matter?
- You haven't heard.
Andy is dead.
Wait for me.
(car engine revving) (car door thuds) (crowd chattering) (video rumbling) (crowd chattering and shouting) (dramatic music) (phone ringing) ♪ Wasted and wounded ♪ ♪ It ain't what the moon did ♪ ♪ Got what I paid for now ♪ ♪ See you tomorrow ♪ ♪ Hey, Frank can I borrow ♪ ♪ A couple of bucks from you ♪ ♪ To go waltzing Matilda ♪ ♪ Waltzing Matilda ♪ ♪ You'll go waltzing Matilda with me ♪ ♪ And it's a battered old suitcase ♪ ♪ To a hotel someplace ♪ ♪ And a wound that will never heal ♪ ♪ And no prima donna ♪ ♪ The perfume is on ♪ ♪ An old shirt that is stained ♪ ♪ With blood and whiskey ♪ ♪ And good night to the street sweepers ♪ ♪ The night watchmen flame-keepers ♪ ♪ And good night Matilda too ♪ (car engine revving) (brake squeaks) (car door thuds) (car engine revving) (bell ringing) (door clicks) - Come, come, come here, please.
(door clicks) (door clatters) (footsteps tapping) Come here.
Come here, just for, (stammers) just for, just for a second.
Just come here.
Please.
My, my, my mom's, my mom's in here.
Matilde Basquiat.
I wanna take her home.
- [Guard] Visiting hours are over.
Come back tomorrow.
- Yeah, but I'm not here to visit, I wanna take her home.
- Look, don't cause me any trouble.
Do me the favor?
- I, I don't wanna.
I just wanna take her home.
O-open up, please.
Open up.
Please, just open up.
- I said, don't cause me any trouble.
I asked you nicely.
- (stammers) And I asked you nicely.
Open up.
I said, I said, open up.
Open up.
Open up!
Open up!
Open up!
♪ Poor soul ♪ - Open up!
♪ Poor soul ♪ - [Jean] Open up!
♪ Spit upon that poor soul ♪ ♪ He never knew ♪ ♪ Poor soul ♪ ♪ What hit him ♪ ♪ And it hit him so ♪ ♪ Poor dunce ♪ ♪ He pushed at the pigment ♪ ♪ Poor soul ♪ ♪ The poor tramp ♪ ♪ The foolish dare ♪ ♪ Poor dunce ♪ ♪ Poor soul ♪ ♪ He's less than within us ♪ ♪ The brain's tough ♪ ♪ But the will to live is dead ♪ ♪ And prayer can't travel so far these days ♪ ♪ Poor soul ♪ ♪ The talk of your life ♪ (water sloshes) - Willie Mays.
Willie Mays.
Willie Mays.
Willie Mays.
Hey, Willie.
(finger snapping) Come on, Willie.
(Benny mutters) Come on.
Come on.
Hey, Willie.
Come on, Willie.
(gentle music) ♪ When it's summer in Siam ♪ ♪ And the moon is full of rainbows ♪ ♪ When it's summer in Siam ♪ ♪ Then we go through many changes ♪ ♪ When it's summer in Siam ♪ ♪ Then all I really know is that I truly am ♪ ♪ In the summer in Siam ♪ ♪ In the summer in Siam ♪ ♪ In the summer in Siam ♪ (footsteps tapping) - Hey, Benny.
My mom told me this story.
Or was it a dream?
There was this little prince with a magic crown.
(suspenseful music) And this evil warlock kidnapped him.
Locked him in this cell in this huge tower.
Took away his voice.
There was a window with bars, and the prince kept smashing his head against the bars, hoping that someone would, would hear the sound, and find him.
(vocalist singing in foreign language) The crown made the most beautiful sound that anyone had ever heard.
You could hear it ringing for miles.
It was so beautiful.
The people wanted to grab the air.
They never found the prince.
He never got out of the room.
But that sound he made filled everything up with beauty.
It's definitely time to get out of here.
Benny, (expletive) Hawaii.
Let's go to Ireland.
We'll stop in every bar and have a drink.
(Jean chuckles) (dramatic music) ♪ I heard there was a secret chord ♪ ♪ That David played and it pleased the Lord ♪ ♪ But you don't really care for music, do you ♪ ♪ It goes like this the fourth, the fifth ♪ ♪ The minor 'fore the major lift ♪ ♪ The baffled king composing Hallelujah ♪ ♪ Hallelujah ♪ ♪ Hallelujah ♪ ♪ Hallelujah ♪ ♪ Hallelujah ♪ ♪ Maybe I've been here before ♪ ♪ I know this room I've walked this floor ♪ ♪ I used to live alone before I knew you ♪ ♪ I've seen your flag on the marble arch ♪ ♪ Love is not a victory march ♪ ♪ It's a cold and it's a broken hallelujah ♪ ♪ Hallelujah ♪ ♪ Hallelujah ♪ ♪ Hallelujah ♪ ♪ Hallelujah ♪ ♪ Maybe there's a God above ♪ ♪ All I ever learned from love ♪ ♪ Was how to shoot at someone who outdrew you ♪ ♪ And it's not a cry you can hear at night ♪ ♪ It's not somebody who's seen the light ♪ ♪ It's a cold and it's a broken hallelujah ♪ ♪ Hallelujah ♪ ♪ Hallelujah ♪ ♪ Hallelujah ♪ ♪ Hallelu ♪ ♪ Hallelujah ♪ ♪ Hallelujah ♪ ♪ Hallelujah ♪ ♪ Hallelujah ♪ ♪ Come, let me entertain you all ♪ ♪ Leave your troubles big and small ♪ ♪ Life's a ball ♪ ♪ Life's a ball ♪ ♪ Hitch a ride on my crooked merry-go-round ♪ ♪ Hear the clinking clanking sound ♪ ♪ Of the song that I bring ♪ ♪ Take my song ♪ ♪ Take my hand ♪ ♪ Never let me down ♪ ♪ Like love let me down ♪ ♪ Like it pushed me around ♪ ♪ So long, good-bye ♪ ♪ Our loss ♪ ♪ Did try ♪ ♪ This is the last song I'll ever sing ♪ ♪ Though I'm so obscene ♪ ♪ Here with words that can't be said ♪ ♪ We took songs to our bed ♪ ♪ Sing along ♪ ♪ Sing along ♪ ♪ To my love song ♪ (gentle music) (gentle music) (upbeat music) ♪ She's dancing ♪ ♪ He's dreaming ♪ ♪ She's dancing ♪ ♪ He is dreaming ♪ ♪ She's dancing ♪ ♪ I'm dreaming again ♪ ♪ And I love you forever ♪ ♪ I love you 'til the end ♪ ♪ Your beauty lights a candle ♪ ♪ And I hold in my hand ♪ ♪ You can see this candle burning ♪ ♪ It only burns for you ♪ ♪ And in my eyes it's light becomes ♪ ♪ The meaning for me of you ♪
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