The latest biopic about Jean-Michel Basquiat, "Samo Lives," has sparked controversy among fans of the late artist and his longtime collaborator Al Diaz. As the project nears completion, concerns are growing that the film may not accurately represent the true story behind Samo, the graffiti duo that helped launch Basquiat's career.
Diaz, now 66, is deeply troubled by the film's approach to storytelling. He believes that Hollywood has a tendency to simplify complex narratives into marketable tales of genius and tragedy, ignoring the contributions of those who worked alongside the artists in question. For Diaz, the issue goes beyond economics; it's about accuracy and representation.
The origin story of Samo is far more nuanced than the film's title suggests. It began as a joke among friends in Tribeca, referring to "doing the same old shit" - a phrase that became part of local teenage vernacular. However, the duo soon realized its potential as a social commentary tool, aiming to write for anyone, not just graffiti writers.
Their messages on public walls were often philosophical and humorous, tackling topics like mass-produced individuality and the commodification of art. By 1978, their hype campaign had succeeded spectacularly, with the Village Voice exposing them and cementing Samo's place in downtown New York history.
However, Diaz feels that his frustration isn't just about money; it's about being left out of the narrative. He met with director Julius Onah and actor Danny Ramirez but was not brought on board as a consultant. When he tried to block the film's use of the Samo name, he learned that copyright law only protects commercial products, not films.
The title itself is misleading, Diaz argues, focusing solely on Basquiat's rise to fame rather than the true collaborative nature of Samo. He suspects that the filmmakers simply seized on the word "Samo" without understanding its history or context.
Diaz has expressed skepticism about the film's approach, calling it a "Hollywood production" designed to sellable stories rather than an honest portrayal of artistic collaboration. The biopic is set to be another work of fiction, following in the footsteps of Julian Schnabel's 1996 film, which used composite characters and fictional stand-ins.
The real legacy of Samo lies not just in its role as a stepping stone to fame but as a discrete moment of creative collaboration that challenged the art world's conventions. As Diaz wrote: "Samo as an end to mass-produced individuality." The irony is that Hollywood has now turned Samo into a marketable biopic title, stripping it of its original punk rock critique and reducing it to a brand.
As production continues without an announced release date, Al Diaz remains focused on his art, creating steady, unglamorous work that defies the Hollywood narrative of the tortured genius. Perhaps the true power of Samo lies not in the biopic but in its ability to inspire new generations of artists and critics to reexamine the complexities of artistic collaboration and the commodification of the avant-garde.
Diaz, now 66, is deeply troubled by the film's approach to storytelling. He believes that Hollywood has a tendency to simplify complex narratives into marketable tales of genius and tragedy, ignoring the contributions of those who worked alongside the artists in question. For Diaz, the issue goes beyond economics; it's about accuracy and representation.
The origin story of Samo is far more nuanced than the film's title suggests. It began as a joke among friends in Tribeca, referring to "doing the same old shit" - a phrase that became part of local teenage vernacular. However, the duo soon realized its potential as a social commentary tool, aiming to write for anyone, not just graffiti writers.
Their messages on public walls were often philosophical and humorous, tackling topics like mass-produced individuality and the commodification of art. By 1978, their hype campaign had succeeded spectacularly, with the Village Voice exposing them and cementing Samo's place in downtown New York history.
However, Diaz feels that his frustration isn't just about money; it's about being left out of the narrative. He met with director Julius Onah and actor Danny Ramirez but was not brought on board as a consultant. When he tried to block the film's use of the Samo name, he learned that copyright law only protects commercial products, not films.
The title itself is misleading, Diaz argues, focusing solely on Basquiat's rise to fame rather than the true collaborative nature of Samo. He suspects that the filmmakers simply seized on the word "Samo" without understanding its history or context.
Diaz has expressed skepticism about the film's approach, calling it a "Hollywood production" designed to sellable stories rather than an honest portrayal of artistic collaboration. The biopic is set to be another work of fiction, following in the footsteps of Julian Schnabel's 1996 film, which used composite characters and fictional stand-ins.
The real legacy of Samo lies not just in its role as a stepping stone to fame but as a discrete moment of creative collaboration that challenged the art world's conventions. As Diaz wrote: "Samo as an end to mass-produced individuality." The irony is that Hollywood has now turned Samo into a marketable biopic title, stripping it of its original punk rock critique and reducing it to a brand.
As production continues without an announced release date, Al Diaz remains focused on his art, creating steady, unglamorous work that defies the Hollywood narrative of the tortured genius. Perhaps the true power of Samo lies not in the biopic but in its ability to inspire new generations of artists and critics to reexamine the complexities of artistic collaboration and the commodification of the avant-garde.