Ugh! Taken from the essay penned for the artist's Venice catalog, this weighty twaddle is like lead when foisted onto McQueen's film, since what it's describing here is the video equivalent of watching gorgeous wallpaper being hung. A movie in search of a message beyond dog-eared Foucault, Giardini proves to be a pretty film about a fancy garden, a piece that suffers the same repetitive shortcomings as much contemporary art. "Movies are not made, they're remade," legendary Hollywood producer Irving Thalberg once said. Who knew that, decades later, avant-garde art would chime in so heartily?