I've just gotten back from a film festival tour with a documentary I directed, My Kid Could Paint That, about Marla Olmstead, an internationally acclaimed four-year-old painter. Marla's abstract paintings sold for as much as $25,000 a piece, but when her father was accused of secretly authoring the paintings, their value plummeted overnight.
In the Q&A sessions after screenings of the film, there was one question I was always asked, a question that invariably elicited a murmur of approval from audiences:
"Isn't...
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