Stars Viv Albertine (once of ‘punk’ pop group The Slits) who is an artist called D living in an expensive London house. About her relationship with her partner H (Liam Gillick). They are selling the house, we see their tensions and anxieties.
This is made by Joanna Hogg who also produced Archipelago. Exhibition like Archipelago looks at the twitchy middle classes and the blood-sport of their relationships. Like those affluent couples in posh versions of Jack Vettriano paintings, the subjects are not happy despite their wealth. They look like they’re on the verge of losing it all, materially and psychologically. The camera is an extra presence in the house, its fixed gaze picking out the domestic details with malevolent curiosity. It’s the familiar fascination with domestic boredom. D spends a lot of time at her desk, phoning her husband though they live in the same house. She’s a performance artist but a pretentiously coy one, the film itself is a domestic performance art. The house is stylish and bleak. The camera peers at this to such a degree that it’s like you’re in a static world in a Janet Rego painting. You feel increasingly suffocated by the nullity of this affluent hell hole. The film’s palette is from bleak to sterile. There is an underlying turmoil of unmet needs and frustrated eroticism. The big question for me is, how can people live in a place like this? When they condescend to summon up the energy to speak to each other face to face their dialogue is pretentious enough to fill ‘Pseud’s Corner’ several times over (‘Pseud’s Corner’ is an article in a satirical magazine Private Eye” that catches people out being very pretentious). She won’t communicate her work and his criticism might prevent it happening at all. Tom Hiddleston has a walk on part as an estate agent, his icy politeness in tune with this scarily lifeless domesticity. Exhibition is bohemian hate mail to the God of money.