Boogie Woogie, a new film from writer and producer Danny Moynihan — an integral part of the UK’s much-hyped Young British Artists (YBA) movement — could be terrific, as it satirizes and skewers the very art world from which Moynihan came from. Although many great things have sprung from the soil of the global contemporary art craze (aka “bubble”), so have many ludicrous and absurdly useless things (Jeff Koons, I’m coughing in your direction). As Slam explains, “A former New York and London based art dealer, Moynihan entered the industry in the late 70s, becoming a contemporary and close friend to both Larry Gagosian (Gagosian Gallery) and Jay Joplin (White Cube Gallery), two of the  key art dealers at the heart of the scene. In the 90s he became one of the first dealers to invest in these young art upstarts, and shared a studio and apartment with Damien Hirst as well as hanging out at champagne and cocaine-fueled parties with the likes of Tracey Emin and Gary Hume… however as the excessive hedonism began to take its toll Moyhihan retired from the scene to write his book Boogie Woogie. His movie adaptation, directed by Duncan Ward, focuses on London and the international art scene, casting his critical eye as an insider over the appetites and morality of some of its major players. Dealers, collectors, artists, wannabees vie with each other in a world in which success and downfall rest on a thin edge.” Boogie Woogie stars Heather Graham, Jamie Winston, Gillian Anderson, Stellan Skarsgard, Christopher Lee, Alan Cumming and Charlotte Rampling as thinly veiled amalgams of real life people, and credits Damien Hirst as artistic adviser. If done well, this could be hilarious.

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