I went to Banksy's Dismaland Bemusement Park

Bertolt Brecht once said "Art is not a mirror held up to reality, but a hammer with which to shape it." Which is fine, but what if you're in a hall of mirrors and the giant hammer is made of foam? This is the question raised by Dismaland Bemusement Park.
It's with great pleasure we throw open the doors of the Tropicana once again, I've dreamed of installing a theme park on this site ever since I walked past the building six months ago and peered seductively through a gap in the fence. But this is not your average sugar-coated fantasyland selling scrapings from the Hollywood floor. No, we couldn't afford the license for that.
Instead this is an attempt to build a different kind of family day out - sorry about that - sends a more appropriate message to the next generation - sorry kids. Sorry about the lack of meaningful jobs, global injustice and Channel 5. The fairytale is over, the world is sleepwalking towards climate catastrophe, maybe all that escapism will have to wait.
Here you'll find work by more than 50 artists from 17 different nations who all toil under the darkening clouds. They hail from a wide variety of backgrounds and disciplines - one was awarded the gold medal at the Venice Biennale, one burnt a million pounds and one has spent forty years making banners in his shed.
This event is so much more than just an art show, well, two things more. It's got a bar and a cinema. Think of this as a fairground that embraces brutality and low-level criminality - so a fairground then. Here you're encouraged to consider, not just consume, to look, not just spectate and most important of all - beware of uneven floor surfaces.
Banksy
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