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Review: We Live in Public

Call it Woodstock crossed with Salò and The Real World
By PETER KEOUGH  |  September 2, 2009
3.0 3.0 Stars

Josh Harris might not have contributed as much to the Internet as Al Gore, but as Ondi Timoner's lively and chilling documentary reveals, he did embody its excesses of narcissism and puerility and its delusions of grandeur. Harris made a fortune during the dot.com bubble with his television Web site Pseudo.com. 

Fancying himself the "Warhol of the Web," he invested that money in a performance-art/sociological experiment in which 100 people lived in a communal bunker with ubiquitous cameras and monitors, no privacy, an arsenal of weapons, and mass psychosis — call it Woodstock crossed with Salò and The Real World. Bored with that, he started a 24-hour video feed in which he and his wife argue and go to the bathroom.

\The virtual world of the future? At least it would be more interesting than Facebook.

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