I’ve always been a Kanye West fan. I think his music production is beautiful and I think he’s a clever rapper. His cockiness has never been a turn-off for me. If you know you’re talented, what’s the harm in saying it? No matter how questionable is his public persona, his talent is undeniable.
Because I respect him as a producer and artist, I watched his short film “Runaway.” What I saw was an exhibit of mental masturbation. He boldly translated his thoughts and visions of the reality in which he exists into film. Clearly, he was so into pleasing himself that he had no regard for the viewers. And it confused the fuck out of me. THE FUCK OUT OF ME!