Artists suffer for their art, but not as much as their wives, especially if they are artists, too. Back in the ’60s, Ushio Shinohara, a mohawked proto-punk with an assaultive style and a taste for pop art, action painting, and happenings of the day, made the move from Tokyo to New York City with mixed success. There, in 1972, he met 19-year-old Noriko, an art student who was smitten by this hell-raising seeming visionary, and married him.
Now Ushio celebrates his 80th birthday in a dumpy Brooklyn loft, still producing the same kind of stuff. In this alternately whimsical and grim documentary, Zachary Heinzerling relates the couple’s down-and-out, inspiring saga, which slyly comments on the ironies of the past half century in contemporary art. Full story for BostonGlobe.com subscribers.
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