Edited from over 5,000 hours of footage amassed over ten years, this is a scruffily effective study of digital pioneer Josh Harris, who emerges as a hybrid of sadist, artist and crank. Still, there’s no doubting his grasp of the fame-obsessed, gadgetphile psyche.
Having made $80 million from his Pseudo TV network, Harris lost some of it in the dotcom slump and the rest staging events like the Warholian Quiet (100 people on camera 24/7 in a neo-fascistic commune), and his collaboration with girlfriend Tanya Corrin, We Live In Public. As a portrait of a control freak, this is frantically compelling; as a snapshot of our times, it’s demoralisingly chilling.