Exit Through the Gift Shop

# Do you know why #

# You got feelings

in your heart? #

# Don't let fear of me

then fool you #

# What you see sets you apart #

# And there's nothing here

to bind you #

# It's no way

for life to start #

# Do you know that tonight

the streets are ours? #

# Tonight the streets are ours #

# These lights in our hearts #

# They tell no lies #

# Those people #

# They got nothing

in their souls #

# And they make our TVs

blind us #

# From our vision

and our goals #

# Oh, the trigger of time #

# It tricks you

so you have no way to grow #

# But do you know that tonight

the streets are ours? #

# These lights in our street

are ours #

# Tonight the streets are ours #

# These lights in our hearts #

# They tell no lies #

Okay.

Sound check, please.

One, two.

One, two.

Okay.

One, two.

- Comfortable?

- Yep.

So, um, I guess I'll start off

by asking you about the film.

What is the film?

Uh, well, the film is the story

of what happened when this guy

tried to make

a documentary about me,

but he was actually a lot more

interesting than I am,

so now the film

is kind of about him.

I mean, it's not

Gone with the Wind,

but there's probably a moral

in there somewhere.

So who is this guy?

MALE NARRATOR:

"This guy" was Thierry Guetta,

a Frenchman who had been living

in Los Angeles

since emigrating

to the United States

in the early 1980s.

A regular family man,

Thierry owned

a vintage clothing store

in the city's most bohemian

shopping district,

and he made a good living

selling his wares

to L.A.'s more fashion-conscious

citizens.

At that time,

I used to buy old Adidas

and old things

and, you know, things

you couldn't find here:

shoes, bags.

And I had a warehouse

with big bales of these clothes,

and we used to buy these

for $50.

I used to take things that,

when the sewing was different,

I call it designer,

and I'd put the price

that is $400.

So from $50,

sometimes I could make $5,000.

NARRATOR:
But there was

one very unusual thing

about Thierry.

He never went anywhere

without a video camera.

I don't know

how the video camera

came into my hand,

but I know the moment

it came inside my hand,

I couldn't let it down,

ever.

It was like more than any drugs

to anybody.

It was obsession.

When I picked up the camera,

I couldn't do anything

without capturing it.

I'd keep filming,

keep filming, keep filming.

I was filming and filming myself

filming me.

It didn't stop.

It just didn't stop.

Ooh...

In my own house,

when the kids grow up,

I had cameras set up everywhere.

I was completely maxed

with camera.

Even taking pictures,

he would do it like...

you know, like, he was using

even the picture camera

like he would use

the video camera.

He was pretty much obsessed.

He filmed constantly...

tapes and tapes and tapes.

Aaaagh!

NARRATOR:
As time passed,

those who knew Thierry

stopped even noticing

his ever-present camera,

while everyone else soon learned

how determined he could be.

Can I take one picture

before I go?

You know what?

We're working right now.

One picture, yeah.

All right, go ahead.

- Oh, no, no, no.

- Thanks.

Thanks.

C'est Shaq.

Hey, how you doing?

What you doin', bud?

a va?

Say hello to the French people.

Hello, French people.

That's enough.

Stop recording.

That's good.

That's good.

When you gonna film

someone else?

Yeah, man, I do.

- Eh?

- I do.

Why don't you go

and do it now?

Because it's not every day

that I see you.

Thud!

NARRATOR:
Thierry seemed

happy enough selling clothes

and pointing his camera

at anything that moved

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