Okay. So you’ve got some bees, some Goodyear blimps, the singer from Morbid Angel, and a bunch of painted horses. Throw in Houdini, some Freemasons, and some mythological references and you somehow end up with some kind of statement on the nature of creativity. Right? Did I fuck that up?

I used to live an apartment that shared a porch with this art school freshman. He had some people over one night, and this one kid started blathering to us about the performance art he does in the subway. Then he said that he owned a copy of the Cremaster Cycle on LASERDISC and that Barney handmade all the packaging for every copy and that they cost like $10,000 each but it’s worth it because, like, DUDE, you’re not just buying a movie, you’re buying a piece of ART HISTORY.

I only bring this up because dude has a new movie coming out. It will probably suck. Know why? Because Matthew Barney Sucks.